Hello! Welcome to another Bright and Beautiful episode of telling everybody

everything. My current husband, Bobby K, is not home. He has taken himself to the

golf course once again a persistent fellow that he is. He keeps getting caught

under trees. You know, I don't think you're meant to stand under trees in a

lightning storm. But thankfully Britain's rain is just like an electricity-free

monsoon. And he hurts his back when he gets all wet and he comes home and does it

again. I don't really understand. I will never truly understand men. That's fine.

Don't want to. Not interested. I know enough. I've seen enough. I know enough. I

dealt with an older man in my neighborhood yesterday who, bless him, you can

just tell that some of the grandparents of the world are missing human

connection. And I'm glad they're starting to get that back. Basically, what

happened is I have several dogs, each weighing under two kilos, the nautiest of

which is probably Manny, the nautiest of whom? Yes, whom? Probably Manny. He's

Yorkshire Terrier, so you know, he's Northern. He's got a real fighting spirit.

He's really adventurous, mischievous. He goes out into the garden. And if there's

any little hole in the fence, he wants to explore. So he finds a hole. These are

dug by foxes. I don't really know. They dig under the fence. They dig through the

fence. Our garden is raining foxes. We can't keep them out. And we don't want to

hurt them. So like we just co-exist with the foxes even though they break the

fence. So Manny goes through. The other two come in. I can't see Manny. I'm

thinking, fuck me. He's through the fence again. And what he doesn't realize about

himself, like a few, you know, hyped up Yorkshire men I've met, is that he's

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