I can’t remember where I read this (or I would credit) but there was a woman who was unaware her husband was having an affair. Even though there were signs, she chose – subconsciously – to ignore them. (Oh God, this business of shielding oneself is so fascinating). One day she joined him in the kitchen and suddenly demanded: ‘Who loaded the dishwasher?!’ Continue reading Who Loaded the Dishwasher?
The fact is I don’t want a job. Continue reading I’m Just A Shirker
I’m trying to say ‘yes’. Continue reading More Input!
Last night they searched our bags as we entered the building, which is unusual when you are going to a movie in a London suburb. Continue reading Mommie Dearest
I noticed that one of my colleagues on the course had signed up to be a mentor with a company called Everwise. (Nice name. Bit cocky.) Continue reading Mentoring and a Fairy Light
For the first time in ages I am actually enthusiastic about something.
The area where I now live is irredeemably ugly: a horrible, dead dormitory of endless 30s semis, and most of the gardens have been paved over to make car parks. Continue reading £20 Challenge