Whilst sitting in my mother’s powder room last night, I picked up some loo reading material and was reminded that people are regularly asked for their Desert Island Discs on Radio 4. For any Brit reading this, it is somewhat of an institution and like, The Archers (or TV’s Coronation Street), is as old as...
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I received a rather lovely motivational email from my Fat Club leader on Friday. She wrote to say that she was concerned by my apparent loss of heart in what I was achieving and that my low mood seemed uncharacteristic. It is true that last week was a tough one and that the strain...
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Ever feel like someone is sending you material for the amazing cult novel you always planned to write? You couldn’t make up some elements of my life, you really couldn’t.
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This is me before (on Boxing Day): This is me yesterday: Sure, these aren’t full body shot, but you can see what a difference there is, can’t you? I feel so much better about myself. Can I get a little whoop whoop?
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The other night, whilst ensconced in our own boudoir, G Dawg and I had a minor verbal scuffle over nothing at all. One of the greatest things about G is that he shares a very similar sense of humour to me, but, it does seem, there is never a time we are both completely...
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This weekend gone, the Fam and I attended the wedding of my cousin and his glamourous bride. My cousin resides on the side of our family that we don’t see that often, and by that token, are still quite pleasant to be around. It was a lovely day, full of love and genuine joy....
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