Every Tuesday, I have a small but extremely enjoyable ritual. On the way to work, in a payroll department in Leeds, I stop off at the newsagent and buy a copy of my favourite magazine. Luckily, that’s also the day I finish early, so I get home before my husband, Colin, 58, or sons, Dale, 25, and Adam, 22, are back.
I kick off my shoes, make myself a cup of coffee and settle myself on the sofa to read best cover to cover – just the way I have for the past 30 years. That’s my me time!
In my teens and early 20s, I loved women’s magazines. There was something so fascinating about the different health, beauty and fashion pages, especially in those early days when I was…