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pesto it is then, mum.”Come to think of it, I could write a best-selling guide to parenting.d.ross independent.co.uk. “Mum, please can I have Sunny Delight? Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please?”"Sweetheart, if you beg for Sunny Delight one more time I’m going to have no alternative but to triple your violin lessons.”"But, mum, please…”"…Quadruple your private tutoring sessions.”"But…”"…And make you wear a scratchy coat with velvet collar, even to bed and when you go to the toilet and while you’re doing flashcards.”"But… I’ve been to Asda once or twice, but found the amount of child-slapping per aisle rather alarming. Whereas in Waitrose, north London (massively busy car park, can mouth “no” sorrowfully for hours), physical cruelty is spurned in favour of the more discreet acts of mental cruelty, a middle-class speciality. They said they thought as much, that according to their computer I was very much a Waitrose person and, let’s face it, once a Waitrose person, you are very rarely an Asda person ever again This is true. I recently had my Switch card stolen and didn’t notice until my bank called to ask if I really had visited Asda, Leytonstone on several occasions I assured them I had not.

How clever of them to work out that, when I’m not too busy being entirely bonkers, I enjoy nothing more than colouring in! It’s amazing!Actually, the banks are much better at working out who you are. Anyway, on my last visit, the recommendations were Cognitive Therapy for Delusions, Voices and Paranoia (Wiley Series in Clinical Psychology) and Ariel and Sparkle Fish Sticker Book (Disney Press, five-star average customer review). If you are not Deborah A Ross, please click here.” As I am Deborah A Ross, I don’t click there, but do click on the recommendations, because it would be churlish not to, them having gone to all that trouble. I might have to go and park somewhere tricky to cheer myself up.Thank Amazon Iÿm not having an identity crisisTalking of books, I’m always overjoyed whenever I visit the Amazon website, largely because of the welcome screen that goes: “Hello, Deborah A Ross, we have recommendations for you.

Iris: As Glimpsed on the No 28 Going Towards Kensington, by The Person Who Glimpsed Her The Most (with 35 full colour plates detailing the route, including the little-known request stop on Church Street and the driver change-over at Willesden Bus Garage) I feel robbed Well robbed. Complete lack of ever having known Iris Murdoch, who, alas, was never my philosophy tutor at Oxford, although through no fault of my own, largely because I was at Leeds Poly studying something else entirely when I wasn’t too busy failing driving tests.This last peeves me the most, because if I had known Iris Murdoch I could certainly get a bestseller out if it, just like everyone else Perhaps I could affect to have once glimpsed her on the bus. Complete lack of being a blonde comedienne-turned-psychotherapist now married to one of the best-loved and psychologically complex comedians in Britain.7. Complete lack of being pretty and a bit Pakistani or similar.6. Complete lack of ability to tear myself from EastEnders, mostly in the hope that Sharon, who looks increasingly like Miss Piggy attempting a lip-quivering Posh impersonation, will kick her shoes off so we can see, once and for all, if there are sweet little trotters in there.5.