I’m no prude; my modest number of Twitter followers will attest to this. No, I am a woman of the world and am no stranger to the odd F-word or mention of The Sex. Nor am I a perfect parent; all of my children will attest to that. We won’t mention the Baby On Top Of The Wardrobe incident, or the Knocking The Boy Out With The Car Door incident. Nope, we’ll gloss over those. Also, I’m 32 years old, which means I’m old enough t do pretty much anything I want, except wear corduroy or take my teeth out at night. This means I can drink alcohol (anyone familiar with Drunk Pols might say this is no good thing), drive, vote and do The Sex. It also means I’m old enough to make educated(ish) choices… I’m mature enough to understand the complexities of relationships, to choose not to take drugs, and to be strong enough in character not to be easily led. Most of these things, I reckon, have come with age.