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"DANNNNNYYYYYYY.....wake up, DANNNYYYY". My poor husband jumped up with the velocity of a sloth, wondering what the hell was going on....

I’m not usually a fan of putting myself in situations where I have to make small talk and put myself out there, but I’ve had to......

He smiled at me as though I had clicked my ruby red shoes together and said ‘ok’ – at last, a sense of relief came over me.

On exiting the airport the heat hits you like you’ve just opened the oven door, but instead of just smacking you in the face.....

Earlier this year Emma and I were at my mum’s in Sussex for a week of R&R. It was a Thursday evening, cold and wet, and Danny called me...