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Pretty much all my childhood, my mother worked weekends, and on weekends I wasn't seeing my father or his family,...

It begins. 2018 is not for messing about; we're getting on with it, cutting oldo the chase. With that in...

Today is my birthday. I am 42. I don't really know what to say about this turn of events. I...

It's an impossibly beautiful morning as I sit writing this. The sky is perhaps the bluest it has been for...

Entering the lions' den this week are Rob, a 33-year-old travel consultant – which I totally read wrongly with one...

What's the one thing that gives you away? Your particular quirk or habit that you know, once revealed, has the...

The fag-end of summer seems finally to have been stubbed out. The air no longer smarts with the acrid pong...

Sometimes, when a date is going really badly, you have to stare right into the soul of it to get...

"Oh goodness, they're older," I thought this morning as I scanned  the Guardian Blind Date to make sure it was...

We all need our comforts in times of trouble. Some of us reach for chocolate bars, our credit card, or...