And this one is hilarious:
Not even 6pm on a school night and I’m in the toilets of a West London bar with a needle deep in a vein in my arm. I’m a middle-aged, well-educated mother of a beautiful 11-year-old girl, so you might be asking yourself how it all went so horribly wrong.
No, the needle is part of an experiment to measure my ‘happiness levels ...’
Follow journalist Suzanne Taylor as she tests whether a hot date, a family night at home, shopping or drinks with friends will give her more of an oxytocin spike.