Mum, if you do read this - which you probably will because you stalk everything I do now. Number one: get off my blog, this is like my diary and I'd appreciate some privacy. Number two: how you kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug from behind when I was eating my toast on the stairs meant so much to me and I know you did it then when dad was in the shower so he couldn't see. You're the poo, mum.