I put on a new skirt the other morning. I was pretty pleased with it too: a bargain from high street store Cos, which was also rather ‘fashion forward’, as our fashion team often say. It’s a navy pencil skirt covered in feathery navy tassels. As I sat in my kitchen, minding my own business and finishing a cup of tea, my teenage daughter Evie walked in. She took one look at the skirt and without hesitation said, ‘That’s… a choice,’ before turning heel and skipping off to school.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.