Thirty years ago, when you left a job, moved cities, or graduated, people simply... disappeared. They became snapshots in a physical photo album, tucked away in a drawer. Your secondary school boyfriend stayed forever eighteen; your favourite colleague from 1994 remained eternally in their twenties. In that era, ‘losing touch’ was a natural part of the human experience, making space for a clean slate and a focussed present. Then came social media, and the death of the clean b

Forget the clinical perfection of modern spas, where everything is white, sterile, slightly intimidating and costs £200. Last weekend, I found myself in a different kind of spa sanctuary than I have experienced before - one where the luxe came from the crackle of firewood rather than the sterile hum of climate control.

Those of you who follow Hell of a Midlife will know that I recently wrote about my decade-old coat. It stripped my bank balance of £300, but it turned out to be an indulgence that taught me that the most sustainable garment is the one you already own. Writing that post reminded me of The True Cost - the ground breaking 2015 documentary that threw aside the fashion industry's cloak, to expose exploitation and environmental devastation. Then I got to thinking, has anything rea