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LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which there’s a virtual standoff

I never did go to dinner with my ex David to ‘catch up’. We had a stupid virtual argument. He was upset I’d written...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I get more dating advice

On the last Bank Holiday Monday, while prone in A&E having fallen off my horse, waiting for the X-rays of my ribs, my phone...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I end up in A&E

I ask you. Is this scenario normal? Every morning, when I put my knickers on, I think to myself: ‘Would these be OK if I...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I find a kindred spirit

I decided to write this column about the TV series Fleabag. I hadn’t been watching it as I was worried it would be too...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I try and be more Meghan

You think being dumped by text is the worst method available? I aspire to be dumped by text. It’s something I dream of. Instead, I’ve...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I spring-clean my emotions

I was having a drink with my new friend A. ‘How’s it going with David?’ she asked me. ‘Well. I was very brave, for the...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I finally gain confidence

I know I should stop writing about my ex. A neighbour, who popped round with a bottle of wine, told me my readers want...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which my ex bites back

Digital Detox Sunday as a fixture is not currently going well. On the day my article in YOU was published, about dipping an Essie nail-polished...

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...

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