When you were at school, did you give your teachers nicknames? Yeah, of course you did. I did. We all did. Even the ones we liked. Even the lovely History teacher who was a little, shall we say, on the … Continue reading
At work these last couple of weeks we have been experiencing the self-flagellation ritual of the annual review; that appallingly traumatic half-an-hour when your flaws and inadequacies are dragged out into the light so that your immediate superior can give … Continue reading
A little while ago my friend was moaning on about how difficult it was to stop smoking and how lucky I was that I had never started. ‘Anyway, even if I do manage to stop, I’ll just find something to … Continue reading
I am currently experiencing a bit of a lull. You know, a lull. When you have been busy for weeks and weeks, dashing around looking terribly popular and busy with a full diary and an empty fridge and then … … Continue reading
Earlier this week I blogged about all the positive things about getting older, but omitted one crucial benefit to being 42 – when you’re 42 no one ever ever makes you play hockey in the rain. Or netball. Or makes … Continue reading