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In which I think we can safely conclude that the fitted sheet is the most dickish household object of all time; the sun FINALLY comes out; I take a social media break and celebrate 12 years of blogging; the phrase "piss on your chips" absolutely baffles me; I go rogue and do another podcast which is Not This One; my children prove themselves to be utterly inept at cleaning; the Ocado driver is an absolute hero; I clean out the fridge and discover the World's Saddest Swede; I explain how categorically not to pack a suitcase; and Mr IKINTST and I head off for possibly the least romantic trip away of all time.