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A Previously Undisclosed Sporting Achievement

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Mr PippaD and I had been out for a walk. We walked past where, as a child, he would collect conkers and, seeing as we live within about half a mile of where he grew up, it was also where our children collected conkers. We started talking about conkers and he asked if I'd ever played when I was younger. “Not much,” I said. “But I was in the conker championships.”
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Four Stools of Uncertain Celebrity-Bottom Provenance

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I have four stools in my kitchen. Perfectly ordinary stools. Nothing distinguishes them from any other stool, apart from once they were sat on by:
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The Hidden Labour of Getting Dressed

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This morning, my husband got dressed in about thirty seconds flat. T-shirt. Jeans. Socks. Pants. Done. If he wanted a jumper or hoodie, that might have added another five seconds.
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The Apple Crumble That Could End My Marriage

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We're quite a traditional family and so on Sundays we have a roast. For some reason, despite everyone normally eating their lunch at some point between midday and 1:30pm during the week, on a Sunday, lunch is at 2pm. It's tradition.
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27 Pippas in a Trench Coat

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I've been thinking a lot recently, which as you know, for a person like me can be quite dangerous. I've been thinking about what makes me, me. I've been thinking about all the Pippas I used to be, and somehow all the Pippas I still am. I think there are about 27 of us masquerading as one Pippa in a trench coat.
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The one where I finally start talking about the surgery

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Well... it's only taken me nearly a year to write this. Not because I've forgotten what happened. Quite the opposite, so much went on, so much that even now I almost can’t believe and have to keep checking in my medical notes that it did really happen.
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November 10th, World Neuroendocrine Cancer Day

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Today is World Neuroendocrine Cancer Day. This cancer hides. It whispers. It waits. It doesn’t make itself obvious, or loud, or easy to find; it just changes everything before you even know it’s there. Most people don’t know what neuroendocrine cancer is. I didn’t either. It’s not the kind of cancer that gets headlines or fills shop windows with ribbons.
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