Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
Every year I seem to book a holiday that's harder to find than the last. Last year it was a tipi in the middle of nowhere. This year it was an off-grid farmhouse in Italy, surrounded by wild boars, wolves, and complete silence. Maybe it's a cry for help... or maybe I've finally figured out what peace actually feels like.
I thought this story was about swapping my Audi for a Volkswagen. Turns out it was about something much bigger. Somewhere between Italian mountain roads, a manual gearbox, and two sleeping dogs, I realised I'd changed more than I thought.
I started carnivore in my 40s, smeared everything from beef tallow to snail slime on my face, got side-eyed by Debbie and warned by Karen… and somehow ended up looking younger anyway.
The Woman Behind the Jersey 