Liz Jones's Diary: In which there's yet another new man
Oh dear. I’ve just attempted to dye my hair at home now the weather has warmed up and I’m no longer in a Benny from Crossroads beanie.
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Liz Jones’s Diary: In which a photo (nearly) reveals all
I woke this morning to six inches of deep snow, so I took a photograph of the view from my office window: the ruins of an abbey and the lovely little church where I had booked to get married; I even got as far as requesting bell-ringers. And I posted the photo on Twitter. I … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I wonder why men cheat
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I wonder why men cheat By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:02 GMT, 3 January 2021 | Updated: 00:02 GMT, 3 January 2021 Your stomach lurches when you find out you’ve been trapped in a lie I’m ignoring the Mystery Man whose last missive asked me … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I decide to go wild swimming
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I decide to go wild swimming By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:02 GMT, 6 December 2020 | Updated: 00:02 GMT, 6 December 2020 I’d forgotten a towel, but figured I could air dry, if I didn’t freeze first I’ve gone mad. I’ve just been wild … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which David’s stay is a disaster
Could I do this? Could I be an amazing girlfriend for one weekend? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. I should never have relented. I should never have invited David for the weekend to see my new kitchen. I should never have listened when he texted that he loves me ‘deeply’ and sent a one-wick … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I arrange a bubble with David
I’ve decided that I can’t be someone’s carer, unless they have fur I have a confession to make. Last week, I told you I had dumped David. He would be the male equivalent of Isabelle Adjani, dumped by Daniel Day-Lewis, legend has it, by text. He would only find out it had happened when he … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I invite David to stay (I know!)
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I invite David to stay (I know!) By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:03 BST, 11 October 2020 | Updated: 00:03 BST, 11 October 2020 I told him I’m still wearing the engagement ring. I even sent a photo Shall we have a look at the … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I face up to the real me
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I face up to the real me By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:02 BST, 30 August 2020 | Updated: 00:02 BST, 30 August 2020 On Zoom I look like Captain Pugwash’s face encased in Michael Jackson’s wig. I’ve moved out of the cottage. No, I … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I admit I was a diva
I used to get a business-class-only jet as it had separate loos for women So P read the column about me not wanting to accept a cross-body bag from his family luxury goods website as to do so would make me feel ‘like a common prostitute’. He typed: ‘LL*. I’ve solved the awkward issue by … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I plan a pre-date spa trip
My face is important: it’s the only body part he will be talking to ‘Spas are open… [champagne glass emoji]!!!!!’ Him. ‘Hi, Goddess. Was that meant for me?’ Me. ‘Yes!’ Honestly. Me telling a potential date that spas have opened their doors is tantamount to me saying I have, too. Front door, back door, windows. … Read more