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‘When did he lose her?’ asks Gina. I inwardly roll my eyes at the expression. Matthew didn’t mislay Becky, like a pair of reading glasses or a wallet. She died. I am not a fan of the euphemisms that p

I have a confession to make. I’m a terrible baker. Last time I attempted a loaf, circa 2007, it was mockingly named ‘Ailsa Craig’ – a granite island off the west coast of Scotland – and flung into a s

Our Antonella tells it how it is

Though he was beloved by everyone, Elina Fragola, 65, learned that her husband had a dark side

Our celebrity agony aunt, Vanessa Feltz, tackles your problems with her usual wit, wisdom and humour

Life has a bad habit of mirroring art. Sometimes, this can be in a deeply sad way. A while after I wrote about the assumption of guilt in a traumatised young woman with poor social skills, I watched a