When you tell someone that you have a cat, you can usually expect one of two reactions. Enthusiasm or revulsion. When I was growing up, I never would’ve imagined that some day I’d end up liking cats. Never mind being a cat owner in a multi-cat household. My parents had only ever shown any interest
A little while ago, I wrote about the fact that I was adjusting to my new life of COVID-related redundancy and had found myself out of work for the first time in nine years. I had intended to write more about my ongoing search during the intervening weeks. Instead, I dove head first into the
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.
Is it just me or is life getting stranger by the day? First, a deadly global pandemic emerges. Then rules are introduced to prevent us spreading said disease to our friends and loved ones. Before we know what’s going on, cabinet ministers are breaking the rules (shocking to no-one), parks and beaches are packed out
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