Okay first off, if you're reading this it means I've committed to going with the title 'plandemic' for this blog post which seems like a poor choice on my part.

Isn’t it strange how much we talk about the future? About how things might look in the future. Whether it’s The Jetsons’ suggestion that we’ll all be travelling around in flying cars in 2026 or how often someone might say, “Well, obviously house ownership/petrol cars/the job market won’t be like this for our kids.”

When I was younger I thought I’d one day be a West End musical performer. I’d been told over and over again to anticipate rejection and to grow a thick skin so I was very successful at tuning out my family’s suggestions (both gentle and forthright) that singing and dancing may not be my forte. Y

I haven’t written one of these entries for a while. Probably because I’m as confused as everyone else as to what’s going on!

Last month, for my sister’s birthday, I organised a Zoom party with family and friends and dropped off baked goods.

While Spain is on military shut down and Macron has given all French citizens a financial safety net, the advice in the UK is a little less clear cut

Well here we are, finding ourselves in the middle of an unprecedented quarantine period not even three months into 2020.