Who am I? This is a question I contemplate often, and I’m never a hundred percent sure of the answer. Some days I’m one thing to one person,…
It’s sad but true. I hate looking in the mirror. I hate the way my clothes fit. I just hate… Hate is a word we’re not allowed to…
Whilst commuting on the West Coast Express daily, I have twenty precious minutes to myself and am able to read my Kindle. It’s a good job it’s a…