Dear London, We’ve been together for FIVE years now. Mad, right? Sometimes I still feel like the helpless mess on week one of commuting life, virtually sobbing in a tunnel somewhere at Bank station as I tried to figure out which exit to take (disclaimer: I still haven’t quite mastered this one). Our union was always a natural one. I studied Journalism at...

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“This is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen you without a gin in your hand,” remarked my boyfriend last night. I was sprawled out on the chaise part of our corner sofa, sweatshirt and comfies on and peppermint tea in hand (I’m not sure where the gin comment came from…) And on the TV? Celebrity Masterchef. An old favourite since youth, when I’d...

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