I love the World Cup and every four years am gripped by the drama played out in one exciting location or another. But this year something is different. This year I have noticed, for the first time really, that – leaving aside the fans and the people watching the games on TV – the whole event is totally and utterly male. Which I never minded before, but this time round I’m missing female faces and voices to make me feel included.
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In July 2017 my family and I travelled from Manchester UK to Tuscany in Italy in our 11-year-old car. The dog was booked into a dog-sitter for three weeks, my out-of-office message was switched on and we were off, down the M6 and M1 to spend the night at a friend’s in London.
