After a fair few years of doing these annual reflections on Facebook, I thought it'd be best to move them over to the blog – if for no reason other than to give me a reason to use this personal site. Spoiler alert: If all this seems a bit
I'm one of the people least affected by this pandemic. I've got a stable job that can be done from home. I have a home. I have an immediate family in that home to give me purpose, sanity and grounding. I have hobbies to keep me
Unsurprisingly, and like most people, I hate suicide. My childhood best friend killed himself when I was 21 and he was 20, and it took me 10 years to feel anywhere near "over" it. The fact that anyone, least of all someone I knew so well, could want
Hayley started a tradition a few years back of us writing relatively lengthy Facebook posts on New Years Eve summing up how the past year had gone. They're a really good way to reflect on what's happened, to focus on the good bits and acknowledge the
Eleanor loves trains. Well, she's two, so she loves almost everything as long as it involves her getting her own way. We live at the end of probably the slowest line into London, and most days we drive past a train sitting at the station on our way