Amber’s having a postpartum period from actual HELL and has bought cream sofas despite owning two children and a Labrador, despite everyone telling her not to.
This week: pineapple curtains that declare 'I'm infertile' or 'I'm a swinger', why “IVF warrior” gives us the ick, and the stranger accusing Amber of murdering her children. A conversation which ends with “Harder, harder, get the casket.” Sorry in advance.
There’s also an update on trying to organise a wedding for someone with incurable cancer, a debate about what Taylor Swift and Zoella actually owe their audiences, and Annabel preparing to leave her job. Ideally for a £2 million lottery win, but it would seem she’s supposed to send some freelance emails first.