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ALICE SNAPE was 35 when she had an abortion. Here is her story (opens the original)
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In an alternate timeline of my life, I’m a mother to seven-year-old twins. I think about her sometimes, that woman with two children. I wonder if she’s happy. I imagine the children as identical boys; other times they’re girls. Sometimes they’re not identical at all – one looks exactly like me and the other is a mini version of my husband. But that isn’t reality. Because nearly eight years ago, when I was 35 years old and three years into my marriage, I had an abortion. It was twins, a fact that
I was terrified of them for 37 years but now I'm a committed dog lover (opens the original)
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I am now a dog person – and no one is more surprised than me. A hopelessly devoted dog mum to a mixed breed rescue called Lucy: my first and only child. It’s quite the about-turn considering I used to have a crippling phobia of dogs. A panicky fear would build in my chest if I spotted one coming towards me. I’d immediately cross the road and avoid parks; off-lead canines were the stuff of nightmares. I certainly couldn’t be in the same room as a dog. My childhood friend Danielle had a German she
For years I suffered with a weak bladder. But I'm finally beating it (opens the original)
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Just breathe, I tell myself, rubbing my sweaty palms together in a desperate prayer to the toilet gods. I’m standing in a queue to use the loo in my local M&S. I’ve got that awful hot and cold prickly feeling on my skin. I’m not in full panic mode, not quite yet, but my God, I feel sick. I’m squeezing my thighs together, my feet crossed at the ankle. I fantasise about shoving the elderly woman with a walking stick and the mum and toddler in front of me out of my way. Why, why is there only one c
These drugs could be the reason you struggle to cope in a heatwave (opens the original)
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I’ve only just stepped out of my front door and I’m already covered in a thick layer of sweat. My hair’s damp at the nape of my neck, and I can feel it trickling down my shoulder blades and back. I’ll be a puddle by the time I’ve got to the train station – let alone my destination. Good job I packed a few spare tops so I won’t have constant sweat patches. These relentless British heatwaves have hit me hard. I used to adore the hot weather, craving an intravenous drip of summer all winter. I was
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