Adversity creates new perspectives, appreciation of life, and crucially, trust in ourselves Tough times can play havoc with our emotions, but a few simple strategies can guide us through any crisis, says life coach Liz Wilde. These are the ones she swears by… As a life coach, I’ve witnessed my clients suffering in many ways. … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I go it alone (literally) By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:02 BST, 19 April 2020 | Updated: 00:02 BST, 19 April 2020 The broken table lamp was symbolic, prophetic… the final straw I finally caved and sent David a light, friendly text. We should all … Read more
I know what it’s like to wake up at 3am in a cold wave of fear Can you imagine. You have just had a row with your boyfriend, he has flounced out to drive back to London, and suddenly you are told you cannot leave your house? He will return, with his brown holdall stuffed … Read more
We’re joking, of course. But our fearless columnist and her long-suffering assistant Nicola Bebb have a relationship that’s outlived most marriages. And now they’ve turned it into a laugh-out-loud podcast ‘i’ve never met anyone more loyal than nic. she stuck by me when nobody else did’. Liz wears shirt, Equipment, from Fenwick. Nic wears shirt, Nili … Read more
Men rumple everything and sweat and want to wrestle with you after a long day I’ve just realised that I should be loving being single. I am growing a beard. When you are with a man, you have to worry about going out for lunch with him in daylight (unless you live in Norway and … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which my search history reveals all By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:02 BST, 29 March 2020 | Updated: 00:02 BST, 29 March 2020 Embarrassingly, I found myself browsing Elegant Wedding Dresses You can tell a lot about someone’s psyche by looking at their search history. Here’s … Read more
Liz Jones’s Diary: In which I’m second row at the shows By Liz Jones Diary for The Mail on Sunday Published: 00:03 GMT, 22 March 2020 | Updated: 00:03 GMT, 22 March 2020 ‘It’s lovely being in Paris on my own. No man to pretend to listen to’ I’m in Paris for the fashion shows. This … Read more
‘I started to worry. Do I want to nag someone for the next 20 years?’ Now that we are officially engaged, and with David wanting to talk things through in person, I suggested meeting at the organic pub in Islington: my old haunt in happier days (why isn’t the stupid woman happy now? I can … Read more
If I were 30 and he was handsome, I’d accept that this is what men are like Oh dear. The platinum and diamond engagement ring has come off and is now sitting in its little box in my chest of drawers. I had left David’s flat feeling upset that he must care so little about … Read more
Getting engaged, saying yes to the dress and to him, was a fantasy Grrrr!!! Gahhhaaahhha! David went to see the flat in Notting Hill that I was thinking of renting, but not with any good grace, viz: ‘I will view it for you, given you say I have no job.’ He sent some photos. ‘Is … Read more