Meanwhile, the bane of my existence is a pair of delivery men who appear to have constructed an elaborate fantasy in which I provide sexual favours to them both, their non-stop propositions providing a constant irritation. I have told them that I have a boyfriend, thus making myself feel even more of a twit. I have told them that I am 20 years older than them, thus making them respond: “Milf”. I have told them how traumatised I am by my father dying in a vain endeavour to make myself appear human. Yet still they continue relentless.
No, amazingly, she doesn’t mention that this is the plot line of a significant section of the porn movie genre.
She does mention giving up the booze though.