Dear Fifi: I found my boyfriend on dating apps but he said he was just bored... What do I do?
It’s that time of the week again. Ring a ding ding.
It’s that time of the week again. Ring a ding ding.
How everyone could benefit from a trip to the post office.
It’s time for Fifi to weigh in.
It’s that time of the week.
Xin ciao! Dear Fifi is in Vietnam.
And a follow-up on housemate toilet etiquette.
We’re getting through January. Little by little.
It’s one week to Christmas, but most importantly, one week until the next Dear Fifi.
Tuesday, you know what that means. Well, lots of stuff – but also Dear Fifi.
Dear Fifi, every Tuesday, same place, same deal.
Dear Fifi, every Tuesday at 6pm.
A weekly advice column from a wagon who might well be unqualified to answer these questions.
Her name is Foofers and she dances on the sand.
This week’s column tackles feeling overwhelmed by a new job.
I’ve made all the mistakes, so you don’t have to.
Dear Fifi? On a Tuesday? It’s more likely than you think.
Tuesday comes around faster every week, doesn’t it?
Tuesday, 6pm, same bat time, same bat channel.
Tuesday is the worst day of the week, except for Dear Fifi. A bold claim, but I’m making it.
*to the tune of Dear Prudence* Dear Foofers.
Let DailyEdge.ie’s resident agony aunt Dear Fifi solve all your problems.
Tuesday! It’s Dear Fifi day.
Tuesday dinnertime! Dear Fifi time.
Dear Fifi is DailyEdge.ie’s resident agony aunt. The cases are real. The rulings are final.