They’re not resolutions

They’re not resolutions

Crikey, it’s the end of another year. Just as I was getting used to the idea that it was 2023, here comes 2024. I can see it now, boogieing over the horizon, waving its long, gangly arms in the air and saying, woo-hoo, welcome to your mid-forties, Claire. Which,...
Why does this summer hate me?

Why does this summer hate me?

I don’t want to be one of *those* Brits. Those Brits who complain about the weather all the time (it’s either too cold, too hot, too dry or too wet for those people). But I have to get it off my chest, guys. I just have to. I’m going to explode all over my office...
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