The good old days.

What good old days? The more I think about it, the more glad I am to be alive in this particular slice of time. Hair straighteners, washing machines, brain tumour finder sat nav thingies, wifi, YouTube, dry shampoo - life would be way worse without these (not an exhaustive list...).

Obviously it's not all good, as another five Tory years of depression looms, but I just had a little weep over how grateful I am to the dishwasher. 

Bloody pregnancy hormones.