 Every day throughout lockdown, our little family – including my teenage son, Oska, and husband, Guy – would play a game of Rummikub (it's a bit like Scrabble, but with numbers). Or our favourite, the simple five-dice game called 5,000. Or pop the TV on and slouch in front of it altogether to watch Netflix's Top Boy. This probably sounds like any other family during lockdown in 2020, but my husband and I were actually separated. We'd been married for over 15 years by this point, but we stayed living together for a couple of years – and, for the most part, it was completely amicable. So I say: Who said you can't stay friends with an ex? Or, indeed, continue living with one. Communication is key (Picture: Lou Featherstone) I first met Guy in 1998 when I interviewed him for a job at the advertising agency I worked in at the time. 'I know you,' he said during our very first exchange. 'I've seen you on the number 2 bus in Brixton.' I was immediately intrigued to get to know him. We clicked instantly – I thought he was so cute, gentle, cool and kind. He also had this huge head of curly hair. Around three months after our first meeting, we ended up at a company function together and he couldn't keep his hands off me, which I loved. Not long after, he asked me out on a date to the London Zoo, which we both hated because the animals just looked so sad. So we ditched that and ended up getting fish and chips and sitting in a park instead. Throughout it all, our marriage was amazing (Picture: Lou Featherstone) We just had so much in common – we both adored camping, good food and adventures. So we made the relationship official quite quickly, then I moved into his place in Brixton. Within a year, we bought a flat in Brighton together and would commute to London everyday. Unfortunately, in 2002, we both took voluntary redundancy, but with the money from that, we went travelling to Thailand. That's when I found){kind=link}
NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
Every day throughout lockdown, our little family – including my teenage son, Oska, and husband, Guy – would play a game of Rummikub (it’s a bit like Scrabble, but with numbers).
Or our favourite, the simple five-dice game called 5,000. Or pop the TV on and slouch in front of it altogether to watch Netflix’s Top Boy.
This probably sounds like any other family during lockdown in 2020, but my husband and I were actually separated.
We’d been married for over 15 years by this point, but we stayed living together for a couple of years – and, for the most part, it was completely amicable.