‘It Was a Way for Me to Process What Was Happening’: Lily Allen on Marriage, Motherhood, and Her Music Comeback

Lily Allen opens the front door of the Georgian townhouse she’s calling home for the summer with a “Hiya” and a hug, and beckons me in, vape in hand. She’s in a well-worn marled gray Miu Miu polo, bottle-green pleated mini, black tights, and stompy platform boots, looking a little out of place, perhaps, in the cartoonishly quaint la-di-da-ness of Bath, where she’s living while she stars in Matthew Dunster’s Ibsen adaptation, Hedda , at the Theatre Royal. But actually, she tells me, leaning against the kitchen counter of her high-ceilinged Regency rental and flicking the kettle on to make us tea, her first husband’s father lived nearby, so she’s not so much a fish out of water. And anyway, “I do the same thing wherever I am,” she says, rustling in a plastic bag for a fresh Lost Mary (trip