But then it’s magnificent…

Sometimes, I want a fairy godmother. Not a magical one who’s going to turn the 29 bus into a horse-drawn carriage and my jeans and H&M t-shirt into a swishy frock – a real one. Part Jilly Cooper, part Polly from Peaky Blinders. Someone who’s lived a few different lives, inhabited a few different roles,… Continue reading But then it’s magnificent…

On not being exceptional

An opportunity to take on some extra responsibility recently came up at work – not related to my actual role, more ‘extra-curricular’. Keen to push myself, I put my name forward, hemmed and hawed over it for a few days, then asked somewhat sheepishly to withdraw from the running. I’m not scared of a challenge… Continue reading On not being exceptional