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Dear Sally, So here I was on an idyllic Aegean island, sipping iced coffee on the hotel balcony overlooking the pool and writing my next best seller, 50 Shades of Greece. Dreaming of dark, unexplored places. And suddenly it all went wrong.
Dear Sally, I’m on my honeymoon with my husband Pieter and his mother. They’ve gone snowboarding and I’m stuck in front of a roaring fire with a glass of wine. I don’t think this is going to work. What should I do?
Dear Sally, We’re tired of all the foam, miniscule morsels, molecular gastronomy and foraging in the upper echelons of fine dining. We want to go somewhere really different.
Las Vegas now has a pop-up wedding chapel where you can try out being married to see if you like it. Perfect for commitment phobics, says Aunt Sally.
Agony Aunt Sally Slaughter sorts out the Christmas travel baggage problems of generous Roberta who is carrying a surfboard, and advises Joseph and his wife who are stuck in a snow storm.
Dear Sally, While on holidays in Transylvania, I met a tall, pale, handsome stranger. It was love at first bite. Now I want to take him home to meet my parents.
Dear Sally, My father’s last wish was to have his ashes scattered from The Matterhorn, Switzerland’s famous mountain peak. But when we arrived in Zurich, the airline had lost the bag containing his urn.