Dear diary…..

It’s a standing joke at work. A colleague was going to start writing a diary of her dating exploits this year. It hasn’t happened but frequently at the end of a day someone will pipe up with ‘Dear Diary… what a day….’. It’s all a bit Victorian, pure and innocent. Continue reading “Dear diary…..”

For the love of running

Running, once you’re out there you’re committed (keep telling yourself that)

Let’s start with a reality check. At this point in time I do not love running but it is singularly the most beneficial thing I do.  Continue reading “For the love of running”

Exposure or expression? It’s all semantics.

I’m two blogs in so really I’ve only got my toes wet, and eager for feedback I’ve been asking those whose opinions matter to me to have a read of what I’ve put on here already and give me feedback. Continue reading “Exposure or expression? It’s all semantics.”

Daughters. Karma. Futures.

I’m a daughter (no shit Sherlock). But I’m a daughter who has living parents (ok I’m only 49, no biggie). I also have my own version (aged 15, may the god of hormones give me strength). I’m lucky because at the time of writing I have yet to experience the full horror of what being a mother to me at 15 was like. Continue reading “Daughters. Karma. Futures.”