If I owned an apartment,I’d be installing air con and a dishwasher. Instead,I’m searching rental properties for what feels like a unicorn.
Yes,there’s a sense of indignity to retreating to your parents’ home,but there’s also something special about spending time with the people who raised you.
Among a sea of cavoodles and chihuahuas,my gigantic hound,who arguably looks like a wizard-turned-greyhound with a mane,leaves a lasting impact.
They were the best-looking pair I’d ever seen in real life. And I’ve been in the same room as Chris Hemsworth and Elsa Pataky.
He was a first-time groom whose dying dad had looked at my stats sheet and warned him:“Be careful,son.”
Men do clean,just less effectively. From the chicken drumstick in the dishwasher,to rancid dishcloths and stinky washing,here’s what not to do when cleaning.
My dates,my friends and even Harry Styles will be relieved.
I constantly doubt myself,and yet somehow found myself pursuing a career in musical theatre – an extroverted industry where confidence is the name of the game.
Spare me the psychobabble. None of us own the truth. It’s not something we can sculpt to suit our personal preferences.
A perfect window to take stock of all the terrible decisions you’ve made in the past and the many horrors that still lie ahead.