My friend Sophie, the one who sells houses, thinks I need to learn how to say no. I told her no I didn’t, but she didn’t get the joke.

“Seriously, Trish. You always put yourself last. You couldn’t even do a paper round without spending your first pay-cheque on the kids.”

“It was really nice cake, Sophie.”

“How many slices did you eat?”

Two, but then I remembered I was dieting.

“One.”

She laughed at me and sipped her coffee.  “Yeah, and the Queen of England thinks hats are unfashionable.”

“Two slices. It was lovely cake.” I sipped my fruit tea, wishing it was a hot chocolate and pu...

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