Must remember, do not forget.

Remind me to bring photo ID.

Reminder, set. Babe, can you make sure I don't forget my photo ID when I vote.

All right, love.

However you remember, you'll need photo ID to vote on the 2nd of May.

Find out more at Electoralcommission.org. UK slash voter ID.

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The universe has good news for the lost, lonely and heart sick.

Sugar is here, the both of us speaking straight into your ears. I'm Cheryl Strade. I'm Steve Almond. This is Dear Sugar Radio.

Oh dear song, won't you please?

Share some little sweet days with me.

I check my bell-bives every day. Oh, in the sugar, you see in my way.

Okay, Steve, this is a really long letter, but it's fascinating, so we're just going to get through it.

Dear Sugar's, I'm a 44-year-old single mother in a college town. My ex-husband and I have joint custody of two

teenagers and I have a grown daughter who lives in another state. I lived a pretty

wild and crazy life in my teens in early 20s, following the grateful debt around, taking acid and smoking lots of pot.

But then I sobered up, went to grad school, and met the man who became my husband.

For years I lived the married life devoted to my family.

My husband and I grew apart and we divorced 10 years ago.

In the years right after my divorce, I didn't have success with intimate relationships with men.

I pined for men who were unavailable,

emotionally, physically, or both, and I wasted away the years between 34 and 40 on men who couldn't

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