Thank God it’s January. 2016 sucked, and as those closest to me continue to rise from the collateral of loss, illness, redundancy and break ups, I think I speak for most when I say we’re ready to put the last 12 months behind us. Of course, it had its moments – new life was created, engagements announced, opportunities snatched; so it didn’t go down without a fight, but, greedily, it took more than it gave. Continue reading 2017: Out with the old, in with the new
Dear Little B. I’m writing this post for you. Maybe you’ll read it as a teenager reflecting on life, maybe you’ll be wrinkly and rooting through the archives but, however you come across it, whatever you’re doing, you won’t be the four year-old in blue Tinkerbell pyjamas for whom it was originally written.
Continue reading The day Donald Trump became President Elect: a note to my daughter.
Sometimes, when you’re presented with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the right thing to do is grab it with both hands. Even if, when you wake up the next morning and can think of a million reasons why you shouldn’t have grabbed it with both hands – and the two empty bottles in the recycling bin remind you how you acted hastily in grabbing it with both hands: grabbing it with both hands was still the right thing to do. I can testify. Continue reading Went to Ibiza. Had the last dance in Space.