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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...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which my ex wants to ‘pop in’ to see me

You can tell a lot about how a relationship will end by how it starts. With David, when we re-met, he had sent me a...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I turn down my ex’s invitation

Number of Christmas gifts received: one. A Breville smoothie maker from my assistant Nicola. Oh, and a scarf, socks and a box of...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I wonder why I’m always sidelined

So I decided to send David a Christmas present. I bought him a copy of Being John Lennon by Ray Connolly. I’d read rave...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which even my iPhone doesn’t recognise me

Men are such strange creatures, aren’t they? As changeable as the weather. I’d suggested to David we go to see Bohemian Rhapsody on Monday night....

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I try for the body of a 20-year-old

I’m in Lemonia in Primrose Hill with my friend Meena. I order a glass of wine. She’s showing me selfies taken with Hollywood stars....

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I’m looking forward to a solo Christmas

I finally got a text from David after three long weeks of being ghosted. ‘Hello. Just to let you know I have started Sweetie’s...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which friends insist on giving me false hope

I’ve been quite brave this week. Instead of just waiting for David to reply to my text asking after my cats, and him (of...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I unlock a new me

I have no idea what’s going on. Last week I wrote about how my family is ghosting me. Then, on Sunday, I suddenly realised...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I’m ghosted by my family

I don’t know where to start this column. I’m in tears. It’s the second time in two weeks. The first time was David’s fault,...

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