Same time, same place, same Foof.
It’s that time of the week again. Ring a ding ding.
Can you believe it’s more than halfway through March already?
It’s time for Fifi to weigh in.
It’s that time of the week.
It’s Dear Fifi, back at it again.
Xin ciao! Dear Fifi is in Vietnam.
And a follow-up on housemate toilet etiquette.
We’re getting through January. Little by little.
Farewell to Cambodia and hello this week’s Dear Fifi.
It’s one week to Christmas, but most importantly, one week until the next Dear Fifi.
And just like that, it’s Dear Fifi time again.
Dear Fifi, dearer Fifi, dearest Fifi.
Tuesday, you know what that means. Well, lots of stuff – but also Dear Fifi.
Dear Fifi, every Tuesday, same place, same deal.
Dear Fifi, every Tuesday at 6pm.
Dear Fifi is here for you, baby.
A weekly advice column from a wagon who might well be unqualified to answer these questions.
Her name is Foofers and she dances on the sand.
This week’s column tackles feeling overwhelmed by a new job.
I’ve made all the mistakes, so you don’t have to.
The mo’ Fifi, the mo’ problems. Or something. Look, it’s hard coming up with a new subhead every single week.
Dear Fifi? On a Tuesday? It’s more likely than you think.
This week, it’s a surprise album drop from Dear Fifi. No wait, it’s actually just another advice column.
Tuesday comes around faster every week, doesn’t it?
Tuesday, 6pm, same bat time, same bat channel.
