Digested week: why does my diary think I need life goals?
Aspirational stationery, sober weddings and French bedbugs – what next, unsolicited poetry?At last! The nights are drawing in. A chill is in the air. A cardigan is in my bag. My favourite time of year has arrived – the final third, the point at which the hunt for next year’s diary can legitimately... #press
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