Who was your favourite boyfriend, Mummy?

My six-year old daughter asks me lots of questions and as she gets older they are getting MUCH more interesting. We were out in Brighton at the weekend, having a girlie day and I showed her the flat that I was living in when I first met Daddy. It led us on to how long …

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Being a Boxer’s Wife

It's fight night. I'm ringside. It smells of beer and sweat. I hear his song play and out he comes with the guys from his gym.  Weeks, months of build-up to a fight. The wait is over. The atmosphere is immense. Anything dangerous is exciting to watch, to live and be a part of. Often …

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