Summer is coming, which means Love Island is on the way. Love it or hate it, the ITV dating show gets everyone talking (and shouting ‘I’ve got a text!’) each year. We just can’t resist watching a bunch of attractive, young singletons parade around in swimwear trying to ‘couple up’ with each other while we sit at home in old baggy clothes. What better way to spend six nights of the week?!
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’