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Tempted by the fruit of another
If a man loves us, then we should be able throw him into a pit pulsing with naked supermodels and he would remain true. And by true, I mean no impure thought would enter his head. To any woman of sane...
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Deluded
‘It’s your fault. You distracted me!’ I raged, throwing my club to the ground. It was my honeymoon. My newlywed husband stood across from me gripping the handle of his club, his expression falling...
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The hunters or the hunted?
‘No, the girls chase the boys,’ said my twelve-year old niece as she explained the new rules of kiss-chase to me the other day. I screwed up my nose and considered what to say. Just as I held back the...
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R.I.P. Mark Darcy
I’m glad Mark Darcy is dead. Given that yesterday was the long-awaited launch of Helen Fielding’s “Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy” I felt compelled to exorcise some Darcy demons from my matchmaking...
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Everlasting love?
Having just returned from a child- and dog-free break with my husband, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, I’ve begun to wonder if after eleven years and two kids, it is necessary to...
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