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I Am Wrong, Alright?

Seems like it’s been a week of high profile apologies. Some reluctant, some heartfelt. Me? I’m always happy to admit when I’m wrong. Wait a second. HA! No. More like crushed, humiliated, feeling very tiny and never wanting to try anything…

The Twisty Road Less Travelled

I couldn’t drive until my 30s, which was the first time I was able to afford to run a car. Before that, I was a strictly bike and bus person. Until I moved to London, when I added the Tube into the mix. I sold the car to help facilitate the…

The Show Must Go On

I’m rarely sick. (Touch wood.) I’ve been very lucky and in the last twenty or so years, I’ve only been in hospital as a visitor. But pain comes at ya, fast. Last week, I got a kidney infection. This one was special, because of the location…

Making a Thing: Not a Funny Word

My head is so full, it’s as if the thoughts and words themselves are pressing on the inside of my skull. My bones and muscles ache. I can’t sit still. Even though I’m physically and mentally spent, I’m not sleeping very well. And I’ve never…

Don’t Shoot: Lights, Camera, Anxiety

As I write, I’m getting ready to have my photo taken. I cannot adequately express to how much terror this fills me with. But let me try. There’s a knot in my stomach. The fine lines I’d love not to catch the carefully positioned lights,…

Who Has Time To Fancy?

I don’t know how fancy people do it. I’m in awe of them. I’ve never actually sat down with a calculator and worked out the hours of the day fanciness takes, but these people seem to be some kind of time wizards. I wake up really early…

What I Want

It’s said that framing ambitions in the negative is no good. You must form a positive list of your wants. For example, you mustn’t say “I DON’T WANT to spend today letting self doubt curl me into a Real Housewives-watching lump on the…