Portfolio Working
A portfolio career is something that has intrigued me for a while, but it is really only something I started to put any effort into shaping for myself a few months ago. If you are not familiar with the term,…
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If Grey’s Anatomy was a Sport…
If Grey’s Anatomy was a sport, I would wear my Team McSteamy t-shirt with pride. I would wear it to the shops, to the pub and on holiday. I would wear it out to lunch with…
Enough with the eating madness
As I sit here typing, I am idly picking at the last of the festive macaroons so that they are all ‘gone’ by the new year, which I plan to sing in with a belly full…
Say No and Let it Go
I have never been brilliant at saying no. ‘Can you work late tonight?’ No problem, I say, while secretly rearranging my plans for dinner. ‘Do you mind helping me with something?’ Of course, I respond, before…
Bringing the secrets of Yiayia’s Greek kitchen to yours
Writing a book and launching a new business is easy. SAID NO-ONE EVER. Yet, for the last few months this is exactly what I have been doing. Longer, if you go back 3-years ago to…
Back to North Devon
When I was growing up, I used to visit North Devon with my family every summer. When I was really little, we’d pitch a tent and camp on a resort in Ilfracombe, but my parents eventually invested in…
I Talk Too Much
Years and years and years ago, I was invited along to a fancy party hosted by a popular gossip magazine at the time. The party was held on a yacht on the Thames and was…
The New Routine
I was so caught up in how big a deal returning to work was for me, that I underestimated how big a deal it was for the rest of my family. For 2-days a week,…
Back to Work
Over the summer, I made the decision to return to work. I quit my previous job two years ago to spend more time at home with my family and help my son settle in at…
The Weight Game
I landed back on the Slimming World scales with a giant thud and some 13-lbs heavier than when I stepped on them before the summer. I wish I could say it was worth it, but…
The One with all the Birthdays
The day after my son turned 6, I turned 42. We both celebrated in Crete again, an unplanned tradition that we all seem quite happy to keep. My 42nd birthday seemed to creep up on me…
When you have a baby and you wake up one morning and he is SIX
I took the summer off. It was not a planned blogging holiday, more that one week turned into two that turned into six and before I knew it, here we are in September and I have…
