In Defence of Being Culturally Fluffy
I will stand up tall and say- I am Liv Purvis and I am culturally fluffy.
It's that time again when I approach my culturally fluffy* quarter of the year.
In the next few weeks the glitter ball trophy returns with Tess and Claude (who I refer to by first name and abbreviated basis only), the Bake Off tent is once again filled with the sweet sweet scent of slowly rising Victoria sponges and the echo of dad-style-baking jokes I …
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