I’m sure that this should bother me in some way, but there’s a donut in the kitchen and I’m more concerned with beating the horde to it than figuring out how to explain my job to Year 5.

SD#1: I was trying to tell my friends what you do for a living but I couldn’t find the words and they went, “So, journalism then?” and I said “No,” and then the bell went for maths.

Me: …

Not really surprising that the Fourth Estate is now a dismissive punchline to a Brexit joke. Explaining the broad scope of commercial content writing was hard enough when my dad asked; turns out it’s even harder when it’s your stepdaughter’s classmates who all hold Views on The Olds.

Can’t say I blame them.

(Although I did quite enjoy the research aspect of CBD oil. It’s done wonders for my RSI).