Is anyone else really rubbish at asking for gifts for Christmas? Like, I don’t need anything. Seriously. Nothing at all. Well, nothing that jumps out at me immediately or that I wouldn’t or couldn’t buy myself right now online and have with me by Tuesday. Within (budgetary) reason. Asking for things like perfume when I could just nip out and pick up a bottle if…
Something I’ve struggled with this year is the reality that a full time office job (although I’m lucky to work one day a week from home) is a bit of a sedentary life. I’ve worked in an office set up for years now. Almost 10 years in TV, 2.5 years at a record label (amazing amazingness) and before I went to uni another couple of…
I’m currently sat in a pub in Beccles. It’s called The Three Horseshoes. I’ve never heard of Beccles, have you? I’ve got a table for one, with Rupert on my lap. I’ve got a white wine spritzer on the go and the local scampi has been ordered. Out the front of the pub the wooden seating is nowhere to be seen as people of all…
So last week the Government announced more commitment to mental health services. Good. It’ll probably still fall really short of what’s required. But it’s a start. It’s only really in the last year that I’ve been intrigued by my own mind. Just how much does it influence my body, health and confidence? Am I limiting my own potential by clinging on to the tail of…
Quick blog this as I’m on the train to work. It’s day 18 of my cycle and all the signs are there to say I’m ovulating. Until a few months back I didn’t get this pesky Mittelschmerz bullshit, but boy, now I do. I’ve been bloated for days now with an uncomfortable sort of mass feeling on the left side, front and back. If my…
Today is our penultimate day here in beautiful Majorca. You know the one. The day where you realise you haven’t packed enough ‘evening clothes’ and knickers. I’m also on the penultimate chapter of a book called Wellth by Jason Wachob, founder of MindBodyGreen. This chapter is called Live and amongst other chapters like Eat, Believe and Connect, the books ultimate aim is to help the…
So, since the capers of the April ectopic pregnancy and going back to work and pulling myself together (caveat: ha! within reason) countless people have told me that I should be a writer. That I should maybe write a book. But I’m like, apart from being honest about the IVF, endometriosis and our cervical ectopic pregnancy, what else is there? I’m pretty sure I don’t…
Last week was my first week back at work. Well, no. The week before was, but for a whole week I had no email account so just sort of loitered and attended meetings and caught up with people face to face. And nothing much had changed. Apart from some of my favourite friendly faces having left the company, the deal was pretty much the same.…
Today is the last day before I go back to full time work after 3 months off. By the time I post this I’ll probably already be sat at my desk trying to figure out what my login is. Did I achieve what I ultimately dreamed of in this time off? No. See here about that. However, I have for the first time experienced the…
Firstly. PERIOD. Let’s all say it shall we? Out loud please. Men too. Especially men. PERIOD. PERIOD. PERIOD. Well done. Let’s try TAMPON. TAMPON. TAMPON. TAMPON. You’re doing great. I’m really not trying to be condescending. But why do we still have a problem with all this? Why can’t we ask men…our husbands, boyfriends, dads and brothers to pick us up some tampons from Tesco…
