Does anyone else remember seeing the school nurse? It was a feature of school days, where as children we’d be checked over for medical issues of the day and headlice (pretty sure this is still an issue for kids?) When the ‘nit nurse’ wasn’t combing through my hair whilst I prayed nothing was living it in, she was checking my height and weight. As a … Continue reading Doctor vs. Google
Last weekend I sat outside a cafe eating avocado on toast (sorry not sorry). It was cold but sunny, and I was basking in the glow of surviving an exercise workout with only minimal back pain. I was relaxed… …until a scene of urban aggression played out on the narrow pavement next to me. A man was pushing a pram with a baby, whilst a … Continue reading Angry encounters
This year, as I wrote previously, I vowed to do more exercise. I swim, jog and walk when I can, but working in a sedentary job makes the effects negligible. And with interests like reading, writing and watching films, I’m more than likely to be found on my sofa in any spare time I get. I like being lazy and cosy. Add to that the … Continue reading Rethinking the language of fitness
Sleep has always been problematic for me. One of my earliest memories is of finding myself awake when I knew I shouldn’t be. I’m all too familiar with the feeling of being ready for sleep, but somehow not finding it. A frustration made worse by knowing everyone else around me was fast asleep. Childhood sleep challenges became adult ones, and over time I accepted it. … Continue reading Sleep and other mysteries
A new book, Engines of Privilege, promises to explore ‘the irrefutable link between private schools and life’s gilded path: private school to top university to top career.’ As someone who went to comprehensive school, this has been a lifelong fascination. What difference does a school make? Why should the experience have such a lasting impact on one’s progress? Private schools give you confidence and connections. … Continue reading School privilege
Lately I’ve been feeling shaky. Because the type of work I do feels at times like walking on a tightrope. I haven’t joined the circus but I have moved from a permanent job to be self-employed / running my own business / a freelancer. And living this way is a balancing act. I find myself looking down and getting dizzy. Steering your ship When a … Continue reading Freelancer balancing act
I’m with my mum at a hotel in the North of England, on a special offer one night break. We’re here ‘to relax’. Since our last visit, the hotel has gone upmarket. We get a hint of what’s to come at the check-in desk. Our offer includes £30 per person to spend on dinner that evening. Great! I say, because £30 should buy a decent … Continue reading Muddy relaxation on a spa break
It all starts with my Dad. Anyone who’s met him can confirm: he likes a chat. He’s from the Midlands, where it isn’t odd to talk to the shop assistant, or the bus driver, a fellow dog walker or just a fellow human. In London, this behaviour is incongruous. London isn’t chatty. Like many big cities, it’s driven by business and being busy. I’ve written … Continue reading Time to talk
No sooner are the Christmas cards off shelves before we get the onslaught of red heart displays for 14th February. There’s the traditional, the jokey, the ironic cards. The chocolates, flowers and fizz. No. No. No. It’s a no from me. This year I find myself blissfully liberated from Valentine’s Day brainwashing. Because what is V Day? It’s the tired remnants of a time when … Continue reading Roses are red, but make choices instead
January is the time of year when gyms are full of amateurs. People who don’t go enough to know how every machine works, or have a regular workout, or feel comfortable in lycra. People like me. Finding exercise I enjoy has been a life-long challenge. I don’t dispute the benefits of exercise, but sports have never featured in my hobbies. It’s hard to admit this … Continue reading Me vs. exercise
