The apple of my eye appears in the doorframe of my sanctuary, glances at my laptop from a distance and asks: “Is that YOUR blog?”.
On getting closer to the screen he reads out loud: “Bitch on the Blog”.
“No, that isn’t you”, he says, interest evaporated, scampering out of the room. Fresh from the mouth of the person who knows me better than anyone else (under the magnifying glass as it were)
PS Please do not be disappointed: I am many things to many people. Here I am the bitch on the blog.