At least once a fortnight, my gym sends me a reproachful little text message: ‘We missed you’.
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YOU loves: Tate Modern
Trend watch
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Ageless style SOS
Why I’ll never tackle the rugby shirt trend
Have I got hues for you
Spot the dupe
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‘At 1.45am on Wednesday 20 September 2023 a lone policeman turned up at my door. That was the end of my old life’
The Chloé effect
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Spring green
Caroline West-Meads
Horoscopes
White bean & tuna salad
Squash & quinoa risotto
Pasta with meatballs & chard
Anchovy dip
Courgette & yogurt soup
Tofu with tomato & avocado
Courgette & lime cake
Chocolate & tahini energy bombs
Book offer: The Hairy Dieters Fast & Fresh
‘A martini makes me feel like James Bond’
Poached eggs with asparagus and hollandaise sauce
Eating out: La Follia, South Harting, West Sussex
Drinks: Charlotte’s Earth Day wines
I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.