With a blanket over my legs, a cup of tea in hand, the fire on to the left of me and the TV to my right, I picked up the remote and switched onto my recording of the kickoff of the 2020 season of The Great British Bake Off. In truth, I don’t need the fuzzy blanket now, this show…
It’s my first autumn living in a tiny village in Hampshire. In years past, my autumns in London were always a magical time. The leaves in Hyde Park would fall lightly and softly like snow, all reds, browns and yellows, gathering at your feet as you strolled. The people in outdoor cafes would sport thicker sweaters and tie on chunky…
I woke up this morning feeling sick to my stomach with worry. Well, that’s a bit of a lie. I never really slept at all. I just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and throwing around about 100 different scenarios of doom in my head. It’s August 16th. It’s mid month. For me, it’s that time of the month…
First of all, how ya doing? Are you hanging in there ok? I genuinely mean it. I feel like that’s not being asked enough at the moment. People are just chugging along as if everything is normal now, but nothing feels normal. Here’s the best way I know how to describe it. Remember that scene in Ghostbusters II, where the…
I’m writing this from my bed. I’m under the covers, duvet up the neck, with my arms out the sides, typing away like an octopus stuck in bright white linen net. It’s an odd sight to say the least. But, that’s where I am. We’ve been in lockdown now for months, and this is the first day where I’ve just…
