When I was seven, eight, I can’t remember exactly, my fish Bubbles died. He was my first pet – at … More
Tag: personal
One for my dog.
When I was 13 I was awkward. I spent all my evenings after school writing medical drama fan fiction, eating … More
Why I’ve stopped waiting for the next big thing.
This summer I experienced (or survived) my first wedding season. It was a whirlwind month, not only brimming with joy, … More
Secret Diary of a Tall Girl #2
Oh hi there, friends. Welcome back to the second instalment of SDOATG (I know, I’m not supposed to include the … More
Boob sweat, bum imprints and surviving the British heatwave.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of sun. Or rather, I love that it’s not rain. Rain gets … More
Learning lines and learning limits.
It’s Sunday evening on a bank holiday and I’m horizontal on the sofa – or as horizontal as I can … More
