On 16th June, the evening before my 33rd birthday, I received a call from my boss that I somewhat naively never saw coming. Having been on furlough for a month (like so many thousands of others in the UK), my first thought was that this was a social call to check in on my progress.
It’s been just over three weeks since BoJo pleaded with the British people to stay home, protect the NHS and save lives. For someone who has spent a good chunk of their adult life claiming not to be a people person, you could be forgiven for thinking that this was something of a dream come
Well then, folks. Here we are. Just when we thought 2020 couldn’t surprise us any further with its leap year and mass Australian bush fires, we now find that March 2020 falls right on the upward curve of a global pandemic. I’m logging on tonight just after the announcement that the UK will be enforcing
AKA how to fail at blogging for an entire month. It’s fair to say that 2020 has already kicked me in the arse and we’re only in March. It all started off so promisingly. I’d made a vow to myself to commit to writing as a creative outlet, while simultaneously juggling my day-to-day commitments as
And there’s every need to be afraid. Not only are we dangling on the precipice of another Conservative reign, the Christmas ads have hit the telly and we must now all frantically shop for meaningless gifts as if love and consumerism were one and the same. For the past four weeks since my post reminiscing
Before I begin this shameless trip through my own personal history via my jewellery box, I’d like to apologise for yet another extended absence. To say June into July has been a clusterfuck of commitments and life changes would be an understatement. The weekend before last, during what has to be one of the most
Despite having entered the age bracket where reproduction is basically obligatory, and pyjamas by 6:30pm is socially acceptable, on occasion I’m still invited out of the house to celebrate the fact that two adult humans have opted to spend the rest of their lives together. On Saturday (16th Feb), I was lucky enough to
It’s not enough these days to go home of a weekend knowing that you’ve done a good job throughout the week and tell no-one but your husband and the cats. Success and public profile go hand-in-hand; every good PR professional knows this. But what about the art of PR’ing ourselves – the PR people?
There are few things in life that I love more than travelling – except perhaps my husband and our cats. For many people travel is an escape from the humdrum of everyday life; a way of meeting new people, experiencing new things, and counting down towards a bit of excitement. At 31, I’ve been
I’m going to start this post by saying that I’m aware that I’m no TV critic – even though I watch a hell of a lot of it. Like most people I’m usually knee deep in Netflix of a weekend and can binge watch a box set with the best of them, but I