I'm technically not whinging about it. I'm dealing with it, aren't I? There's just so much of it. He does sort of, a little. His cheeks are warm. Maybe I wrapped him too tightly. What was she saying?

No doubt she's got cash, but she can stick her Louis Vuitton up her arse. My son lives here just as much as she does and he can scream the place down if he wants to.