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“You know that old saying, chocolate’s better than sex – but only if you’re doing the sex wrong?” said friend Annie as we chatted on Skype earlier this week.
It was the end of the Summer of Love for Lizzy and J, and they emerged blinking into the golden autumn light to find that everything had changed. The plants in her window boxes were brittle skeletons, his car, evidently … Continue reading
It was while rolling up from flat on the floor into cobra position that it suddenly occurred to Sara that she could not actually remember the last time that she had had sex.
Over coffee and the papers I received the following text message – no word of a lie – it’s still on my phone if you want to check; This is my new number Fair enough, I thought. So I have … Continue reading