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LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I’m no longer a mad cat lady

They say bad things happen in threes. (Why don’t good things even happen in ones?) When my cat Susie died, I took Sweetie and...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I book an overhaul

He Who Shall No Longer Be Named (aka my ex David) got upset that I met my ex ex for a drink, having had...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which Fashion Week forgets me

I’m in Paris for fashion week. Well, I say ‘week’, but I’ve only been invited to two shows. I’m here doing research for my...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I lose a true friend

I have to tell you what happened on Valentine’s Day. Mine has to have been the worst in the entire country. There was an envelope:...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I don’t get the VIP treatment

Last month, I went to the Baftas. This sounds very glamorous, doesn’t it? And, indeed, it started out that way. I was invited to...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I’m on a mission to see the love of...

It’s Thursday evening. It’s now 5pm. I have no date tonight, no dinner with a friend. I’m drumming my fingers and I start to...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I look back in anxiety

It’s been a very fashion-centric week. I haven’t heard a peep from the ex ex. I sent David a consignment of cat food from...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David stops ghosting me

It’s Sunday, and although Sundays are my digital detox days, I look at my phone. A text. From David. After, what, six weeks? ‘Hi. I’ve...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which it turns out three really is a crowd

So I arranged to meet my ex (I suppose he’s now my ex ex) at Middleton Lodge, a country house hotel near Scotch Corner. I...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David still won’t speak to me

The following is the nicest email I have received all week. It is a barometer of where I currently stand. ‘Dear Liz Jones. We hope...

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