Has the wool been pulled over my eyes? Did I miss all the red flags because I wanted him to be something more than he was? Was I a total fool? Worse – was I the Other Woman? After almost six months, I’d never been to his house, I’d never met his friends, I’d never…
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One Night at The Mandrake
It’s early Sunday afternoon, and we step out onto the pavement, dream-like and elevated. Would I say reborn? No, too pretentious. We inhale the fresh air, take in the bright late-summer sunshine and weave through the London throng towards home. We’ve just emerged from 24 hours at the five-star, luxury, boutique hotel, The Mandrake. First…
