I have a question for the girls.

Seriously, girls only; chaps, look away.

The question is this. When you go to stay with your parents, do you take your… er… buzzy toys with you?

I have never before contemplated this idea, but then, I’ve never faced such a long time alone in Vanillaville – not since I discovered buzzy toys, anyway.

I made and remade my mind on this a dozen times before leaving. “My parents’ flat! Sacrilege! – What’s the big deal about that? It’s not my childhood home or anything, no memories of innocence to despoil. – But my mother is such a light sleeper! – Yes, and Ann Summers make quiet toys. – But airport security OMG! – Yeah, and? You’ve flown with canes before, woman. And you’ve got a spanking book in your luggage. Any qualms about that?

Anyway, I gave in to my devil-may-care side, and Mr Buzzy travelled with me.

So yes. How do you girls deal with this dilemma? Is it even a dilemma for you?