I'm not the Karen Carpenter. I just have the most embarrassing name in Christendom. Particularly as I'm no skinny minny and don't play the drums. I can't even sing. I'm tone deaf.
My mum's driving me mad. She's come to stay and is obsessed with Scandi crime shows and Zumba. Oh yeah. The boyfriend. After eleven 'happy' years he left me. No explanation just a letter Sellotaped to the kettle when I got in from work. I think I'm handling it really well. I don't think I'm confused at all. What was my name again?