A few weeks ago, I posted some Instagram stories (a favourite pastime of mine) all about friendship. Or, more specifically, how to make more friends. Y'see, in real life, I'm an awkward sort of person. I don't know whether that comes across over the...

I don’t know how to start this post

I don't know how to start this post. My daughter's in the background playing with the fridge magnets and making a bloop-bleep noise. I can hear the dishwasher sploshing away in the kitchen. I'm trying desperately not to survey the mess in my office, and failing....

What would a person who loved themselves do?

I stumbled across this question last week. What would a person who loved themselves do? Because, really, what WOULD a person who loved themselves do? Every time I reach for the Haribo. Every time I skip exercise. Every time I work longer than I want, or...

Another blogger, writing another fucking blog, hey?

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A few weeks ago, I posted some Instagram stories (a favourite pastime of mine) all about friendship. Or, more specifically, how to make more friends. Y'see, in real life, I'm an awkward sort of person. I don't know whether that comes across over the...

read more

I don’t know how to start this post

I don't know how to start this post. My daughter's in the background playing with the fridge magnets and making a bloop-bleep noise. I can hear the dishwasher sploshing away in the kitchen. I'm trying desperately not to survey the mess in my office, and failing....

read more