Step away from the laptop, Ms Jones

Yes, that’s right you, Liz Jones.

Put the lid down/click “shut down” and walk away.

You are becoming a mockery of what I used to read your columns for. I used to bypass the snide comments at your neighbours, the constant references to spending extravagant amounts of money of curtains (£16k?) but, at the same time, pleading poverty. The does-he-or-doesn’t-he-exist Rockstar boyfriend. But you were humorous, you aren’t any longer.

But what do I know? I’m a stay-at-home mum, a mummy blogger. One of those women you decided to attack in print, following your appearance at a Mumsnet gathering (LJ’s post here). At the time, I decided you were writing to get the “hits” onto your page and drew my own conclusions from accounts of the bloggers who had attended, who witnessed how unhappy you seemed.

And you are unhappy aren’t you? It spills out in every paragraph of your diary. How must your family have felt, reading what you write about them, about your mother?

And yet, you carry on, writing, alienating people. This time around, it’s those middle-class mums who have children in their 30’s (LJ’s post here).

Why Liz? What void are you filling by writing this? If it’s simply to get reactions and comments, well take-a-bow, you’ve hooked me.

You are constantly writing that people don’t understand you and would prefer you not to write about them…here’s a tip, don’t then.

Step away, turn the computer off, cuddle one of your many animals and TALK to a professional. Tell them about your failed relationships, your eating disorder, your empty womb.

Find peace with yourself first and you’ll feel better and maybe, people will read your columns and enjoy them again.