Have to calm down now as the (sorry Miss T) Northern land whale whinges on about how she will have to get pregnant again as her eldest has just left home and she will have to pay "the bedroom tax" so will be required to ooze out another little fuckwit to keep the room.
Good luck with that, luv, I haven't seen anything remotely as unattractive since I stumbled across a decomposing Ewe on a trek round the Antrim coastline.
And the Ewe smelled better.