For pity’s sake

The Man took pity on my ‘no action’ lament last week and put me out of my misery. “Poor old bint,” he must have thought. “Stuck at home with no one else to look after her kids. I’ll pop round and do my good turn for the day.” So there I was watching TV on

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Column: Teenage dream?

“No, I don’t want it there,” I wailed, standing up in the bath and looking down at myself. “I want it to go away!” I was about 12-years-old and my mum and popped into the room while I was having a bath and helpfully pointed out that I had started growing my first few strands

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Columns: For pity’s sake

The Man took pity on my ‘no action’ lament last week and put me out of my misery. “Poor old bint,” he must have thought. “Stuck at home with no one else to look after her kids. I’ll pop round and do my good turn for the day.” So there I was watching TV on

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