I'm reeling from the discovery that opening Phoenix's link results in a page from that company which has my daughter's name and our postcode on it.
DD is currently wetting herself with laughter trying to explain to me that it's only because she's signed into that company on my laptop.
I am feeling "Catweezled" (electrickery) and very, very old 
What’s a household item that reminds you of your grandma’s house?


I do try to avoid it!

