I know, I know. It's pathetic, really, but every time I drive past this sign, I laugh.
Farking this way, people! This way for farking.
Slays me – every.single.time.
I’m Angie! I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order. He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.