I’ve decided that writing as much as possible is the best kind of therapy. It doesn’t really matter what you’re writing about, but just getting words down on the page offers some kind of release.…

It’s that time of the year again. The phrase “New year, new me” is being banded about everywhere, from notebooks to adverts trying to sell gym memberships and yoga mats. Fair enough, January is as…

Here are some random thoughts I had about Christmas while I was swimming this morning. Why anyone else would want to read them, I don’t know, but here goes anyway. Christmas is hard. There’s so…

It’s Monday. It’s cold. It’s wet. I forgot to take my make-up before I went swimming, so my mascara went on my goggles and I was even more blind than I usually am. But still,…