Just call me Little Miss Inflexible

My editor sent me a card the other day in which she described me as ‘flexible’. This made my mum laugh, as there’s a bit of a running joke in my family – if someone…

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The confessions of a serial quitter

I have thought about this title for a lot longer than usual. It’s not flattering, it’s not carefully curated, it’s not how I would like to be perceived by others. I don’t want anyone to…

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25 things I’ve learnt in 25 years

My parents are having none of it, but I refuse to accept that 25 is not a big birthday. Surely a quarter of a century is significant, no? Twenty-flipping-five years old, that must be, like,…

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