lives in London. She works as cabin crew for an international airline but has been furloughed for more than seven months. Like many people in Britain, she needed to top up her income with a second job, so she became
Psychic Sylvia
Recently I was having one of those moments that I was glad my ex couldnât see. I was sitting in the torn dressing gown I got from Primark six years ago. It smelled of biscuits and ham. (How it smelled like biscuits and ham when I couldnât remember eating any biscuits and ham, Iâve no idea.) I was 34 and working as a telephone psychic. I had just caught my reflection in the window and had one of those horrible moments of realisation. Oh my God, Iâm a complete failure.