• Cafe Stories

    The woman sitting at the next table has a six-month-old baby. She’s talking to her friend about all the sad & wonderful things that come with that, in a simple, casual way. She could be telling my own story. There are so many parallels, and I wish I could tap her on the shoulder and

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  • the one that got away

    Within a month of our first date, it was secretly clear to me that R was the man I was going to marry. Secretly, because men can be funny about these things, apparently. Besides, I was enjoying playing it cool – waiting that agonising 20 minutes before texting him back, and pretending to be a

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  • on magazines

    When I was 17, I stopped reading magazines. It was an easy decision, really – not paying Β£6 a month for a glossy, floppy book of generic advertising and thinly-veiled criticism. In many ways it was too late; the damage has been done. Lacking in role models I’d accepted the words too easily, believing them

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