Working nine to five (thirty)

Because I couldn’t make a jam sandwich, let alone consider the hulking world of work, I briefly believed the comment made by a (probably well meaning, but excellently misinformed) fool that it would be, “silly to expect a return to […]

A Note On Hope

This is a note on hope. Because hope is bloody important. And like that unexpected streak of sunshine across your face on a damp February day, a glint of it feels bloody great too. A year ago I’d been signed off […]

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Living with Chronic Illness

Bikram and Spin, side veg instead of fries; oh cooey, that was me (well, mostly me. Thin crust pizza? Shepherds pie? Move aside ladies). Yes, it’s been 11 months since I learnt that ME, a debilitating chronic illness, can strike […]