First blog from Cyprus – Don’t mention the sun After ‘Bag Gate’ with Monarch and the unbelievable exhaustion of the last few weeks, we are this morning sitting in the yellow thing that shall not be named, reflecting on...
The Day of the Empty Coathanger
Strong women. Our life in a car. Taz 6.5 years, Sam 19, Michelle (never mention a ladies age) and I (2 years older than Michelle). 4 maxed up suitcases and hand luggage. Behind us, an empty house, an echo...
The Hangover
There’s nothing like a pint of ‘Wife Beater’, but I think the drink named for how Stella brings out the violent side in men has a new meaning. It is what happens to the male the following morning when...
So long, farewell, (oh, you know the rest of it)
My last day. Usually, when a person leaves work they spend much of their day touring the department, speaking to those they know, saying things like “I’ve loved working here but…” as a sort of ‘I’m getting out but...