Drummer Boy and I once had an argument about skincare so fierce that once we’d calmed down, we had to agree to never discuss the topic again. It began when I mused – innocently, I thought – aloud, “I probably know more about skincare than you, to be fair,” and ended with us shouting at… Continue reading On skincare and sanctimony
It’s been another anxious week or two – panic curling its fingers round my neck at unexpected times: on the train to work, at my desk, standing in the flat talking to Drummer Boy. It’s like living with a goblin (the anxiety, not DB) – a horrid little creature that likes to pop up just… Continue reading The Saturday Six: fighting the Anxiety Goblin
Read on to find out why these are in any way relevant… I’m not a proper grown-up yet. I know this because, firstly, I still live with my parents (no, it’s not out of choice; how on earth would it be?); secondly, I can’t drive; and thirdly, I still get excited about my birthday (it’s… Continue reading On growing up
Or, “fashion: the only thing so bad it needs changing every six months”. Alas, I can’t take credit for either of those. As the last three weeks have involved two blocks of working 6 days straight, and one three-day migraine (whoa, so many numbers), I took yesterday off, so that I could have an actual… Continue reading "Fashion changes; style endures."