No, it's no good, I can't keep you here any longer. You just have to go and read Let's Panic about Babies NOW. Because I keep spitting little fragments of Leo bar over myself when I read it. Any of it.
Dearest and most heavily pregnant best friend Violet, you, especially must read it. And get on with having that baby sharpish because I want to see it now and it's All About ME.
Go. Read it. You will thank me. If you don't read it I will poke you in the eye.