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Inbetween Girl

Controlling the narrative. Well, trying to.

Opinions elsewhere

Opinion pieces I’ve published elsewhere:

On being an angry woman

For the love of dogs

A version of my piece on my excellent grandmother appeared here

On Weinstein and ‘not all men’

On weddings

On quitting

On marriage

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I have a weirdly terrible sense of smell, which makes me very choosy about perfume. I need something with clout — musky, slightly smoky, fairly masculine — otherwise there’s literally no point. I’m OBSESSED with this. It’s green, with a faint hint of smoke, then deliciously woody. It’s a freshly-showered lumberjack played by Tom Hardy. It’s gorgeous.

Barely a year ago, we got a hurried first date in before the winter lockdown kicked in. After 2 or 3 glasses of wine, I decided to read him my risotto blog post. Aloud, at the table. Can you imagine my reaction if a man had done that to me?! Anyway, we live together now, and I’ve been assured he’s happier about it than his face here suggests.

I’ve never had a proportionate emotional reaction to anything, and I have adored living in my tiny flat all by myself. Farewell, small flat, you saved me, and you made me. Link in bio.

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