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LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which David doesn’t pop the question

When David came to stay with me for my Birthday Weekend, I kept thinking my real present was going to materialise, but it never...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I want more, lots more

Has my generation been hoodwinked? Is our judgment fatally flawed by too many episodes of Sex and the City and too many romcoms? Has...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I make the first move

So, after spending the weekend with me, David left. When he got back to London, he sent this: ‘I had a lovely time. I’ve...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I make an unexpected move

I’ve always been sceptical about psychics. But, unsure whether or not I should sell my London house post-divorce and start a new life in...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I get philosophical

I’ve been reading Lessons in Stoicism by John Sellars, subtitled What Ancient Philosophers Teach Us About How To Live. Romans including Seneca, Greek-born Epictetus (he was a slave) and...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I realise why I hate holidays

I’m at the brand-new Urban Retreat spa in London’s Knightsbridge* being renovated, like a dilapidated cottage, the day before a photo shoot. I’m having...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: The dreaded Devon wedding, part 2

It wasn’t my best couple of days. Having had my face-lift outed over pre-wedding drinks at the Saunton Sands Wellness Spa, I got back to...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: The dreaded Devon wedding, part 1

I decided not to invite David to my friend’s wedding, partly because he was away at a party in France with his Brixton buddies...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I wonder why I never get jealous

I’ve been starting to wonder how you know that you love someone. David thinks he loves me because he’s driven mad by jealousy: I...

LIZ JONES’S DIARY: In which I need a plus one

The past week has got me wondering. Do we date men in order to have a plus one? After Lime Wood-gate, when David got drunk on...

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