How often do you stop, drink in the moment, and realise that you’re happy? For me, it’s not something I usually do enough. But right now, I can’t help but think it on a daily basis. I’m supremely, ridiculously, smugly happy. No apologies. The problems that used to make me reach for the fluoxetine or citalopram haven’t gone away (in fact, they’ve probably got worse) … Continue reading The Happiest Girl in the World
This weekend I’ve escaped London to visit my family in the South West. Having grown up in Leeds, and then lived in the capital, I’m a city girl at heart. As the train nears Devon I can feel a tickle in my throat and a rash developing all over my body, in anticipation of the hay fever to come. I can’t cope with the snail’s … Continue reading Escaping the rat race
When I first considered the prospect of impending unemployment, my outlook was undeniably gloomy. I wouldn’t be able to afford Wimbledon rent, that’s for sure. Would I have to take a job I dislike even more than accountancy, with potentially worse hours and unquestionably worse pay? My French housemate was scathing of my pessimism. “You English people are so pessimistic! Why do you expect to … Continue reading Getting What I Want
The Writing Half 