Vogue

It could be Sammy the seal.

Dear Vogue, Amber and Imagina, adore the podcast and G3.

Keep doing what you're doing, please.

This is off the back of Vogue chatting about moving house.

Hope it's all going okay and you're not dying too much of stress.

Two years ago, we moved into our very own forever house of dreams and it was a day I'll never forget because my parents gracefully came down for the day to help out.

I didn't want them doing any heavy lifting so I set them about unpacking boxes.

Mum in my en suite and dad in the bedroom.

What I didn't factor into the equation was my 83-year-old father finding my sex toy box.

No.

I die box Jesus I'm blessed instead of throwing it to the other side of the room and discuss quietly placing each one neatly in order in one of my bedside drawers and never mentioning it I only found out when I went to bed that evening and was looking for my eye mask I could have died love you oh Sam I suppose it's better than them being like what's this

Listen, sometimes you just have to never speak of things again.

Like the time that thing happened with me and Alexander, we never speak of it.

It just, it's gone.

It never happened.

You forget and you move on and you, until, unless you want to move country and start a new life, I would never bring that up.

Probably not.

An order of size.

Wow.

Fair play to you, Sam.