Later to be known as Mary Marryat, this agony aunt worked for Women's Weekly for a great many years (there's copies of Woman's Weekly from the 1980s on eBay which mention her), and, frankly, I don't care for her that much. I know I need to consider her responses in the context of the time, but her attitude to someone deciding for themselves how they get married is a bit rum, and asking a 27 year old woman to wait around for a dithering idiot of a man is bloody silly. It was the 1950s! She's almost on the scrapheap! No wonder she's worrying!

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