Have I had a major falling out with Dan Brown? I've been a huge fan of Brown since I started taking reading seriously - a good fifteen years ago, perhaps. It wasn't until my late teens, early twenties, that I became a binge reader of his: seeing the dawn rise whilst polishing off one of … Continue reading Origin: What I Thought
'I suppose one of the reasons we're all able to continue to exist for our allotted span in this green and blue vale of tears is that there is always, however remote it might seem, the possibility of change.' We tend to walk through life under the impression that most of us humans think and … Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine: What I Thought
I've been perplexed at every 'Just two weeks until they're back' or 'Why is the summer so long'. Perhaps I'm the strange one, but you see, this summer has sped by. You've not bombarded us with bad behaviour. You've not had to be busy daily. Spending more money than we had. Sure, you've eaten your … Continue reading Losing My Best Friend
I like to think I have an open and honest relationship with my partner. This willingness to share, combined with my emotional Cancerian tendencies, led to me admitting that I'm concerned about my mental health now that the school holidays are here. Scared. Terrified. I had been cruising along nicely with my little nursery and … Continue reading Are You OK, Mama?
Dear, Noah, Today you turned 1401 days old. You're 46 months old. Your fourth birthday is not until 30th August: six measly days before you start Reception. In that same week, some of your classmates could be turning five. So, you're the youngest in your year. The baby. You've had a lot of catching up … Continue reading Dear, Noah: My Star of the Week
I have an idea for a character. She could be the next big thing, so hear her story out: she'd love for someone to finally do that. All siblings compete, especially if they're close in age. That's what she thought was the norm, anyway. But the years kept creeping by, and she was closer to … Continue reading The Girl With No Name
I was an alcohol-fueled, selfish student when the junior doctors went on strike. As with many strikes, I was simply under the impression the strike was over pay or pensions. I knew I supported them, regardless of the reason, because innately - most of us - believe a doctor's level of care is first and … Continue reading This is Going to Hurt: What I Thought