Who stole my sleeps?

Before 73 days ago I set up a JustGiving page and launched my countdown (in sleeps, obvs… the grown up way to measure time!) to the Great Scottish Swim. This morning I’ve woken up in a beautiful campsite a pebble’s throw from Loch Lomond, with airplane-tum and a dizziness behind my eyes. I can’t work…

Cheerleaders, clear values and post-it notes. Boom!

Every ‘A level’ results day I get rumblings of the green-eyed unicorn (not as mean as the monster!). Yes, I don’t know what’s on those little slips of paper those kids are collecting (or do they come by email now?). But, I know they have choices before them – SO many choices! I collected my…

‘Me’ time. Weirdo… maybe!

I’ve woken up with a view of the sea, hearing nothing but the sound of waves and in last night’s clothes*. I didn’t get lost on the way home after a crazy night on the pop – I’m having some ‘me’ time! I’m parked overlooking my favourite spot in the whole wild (<<< I know…