On Saturday my daughter called me a 'slag'.
Now I'm the first to admit that, in my past, I have had my slutty moments but I would never be described as a slag!
I (like to) think it was a slip of the tongue as PD was trying to teach her that term of affection he uses for me and his mum: old bag....
But I really can't fathom how she got to slag!
Oh, as I typed that I can: it's yet another one of PDs pet names for me.
(I promise he doesn't mean it, he is just misguided and sometimes it's wishful thinking in his part!)
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