LIZ JONES'S DIARY: In which I try to be more Meghan

My advice to young women? But it is all moot because – after my hypnotherapy session to ‘Marie Kondo’ the toxic people from my life which has instilled in me a new sense of confidence, a feeling that I am not always wrong and that I deserve respect and consideration – I feel like a different person. I’ve got a friend coming to stay tonight and while the old me would have gone to insane lengths to please her – Christmas before last, with three girlfriends due, I placed gifts of organic bath products on each professionally ironed pillow, emptied Waitrose and bought flowers – this time I have simply made her bed and told her I’m going out so if she arrives late she will have to fend for herself. Oh, and when you are staying in my house while yours is rented out, and I have to travel 500 miles in one day to review the Prince exhibition at the O2, have the courtesy to make dinner on my return rather than saying disinterestedly, ‘I might have a couple of old potatoes in my boot.’ Husband. PA. Give me back that Louis Vuitton traveller given you ghosted me after I was sacked; actually, I’m whizzing a bit further back and keeping it in the first place.