''To all the vultures harassing and taunting me, the people calling me a whore and a bad mother, the threatening emailers and callers: I have been with my husband since I was 17, my whole life from then until now has been dedicated to him and our children. Ben in a rational mood would be the first to say that my devotion to my children is unshakeable." Kate Rothschild defended herself this week in a Twitt-war with husband Ben Goldsmith.
At best, my own parenting skills leave a huge amount to be desired. The rest of the time they are merely dire. There are times when my brain seems to unhinge itself from the tepid, liquidy comfort my skull offers and thrusts mouth and limbs into the most unsavoury of behaviour and speech. Which is why I sympathise with Kate Rothschild and Ben Goldsmith with the highly public airing of the breakdown of their marriage over the last week. It's a bit like Prince William allowing himself to be interviewed by Heat magazine after Kate snogs Harry in the toilet at Boujis nightclub. It's also the reaction of two people who are involved in a most common but deeply upsetting facet of marriage and who have become removed from rationale.
In other news, here is me and my chum enjoying a quiet few drinks.