Throwing myself onto my bed and sobbing like Scarlett O'Hara has always been my post-break-up routine. I genuinely believe that this level of theatrics is a measured and proportionate response when your heart has been dashed against the rocks. I'm a romantic and a Scorpio – what can I say?
I also believe that after said bed-throwing, all reminders; cinema tickets, polaroids, love notes and sex toys – everything that's ever reminded you of an ex, should be chucked into a black bin bag, never to be seen again. So while you might not see me handing back a big bag of dildos at The Planet like Alice from , you will find me crying while trying to unscrew the wall. I am not sorry.
