Diary of a teenage girl…Cringemail
In the summer 2001 my mother frogmarched me to the doctors for a suspected eating disorder. I’d simply limited my Hob Nob intake and developed a small obsession with the gym (for a very good reason). My doctor suggested that I begin a food journal. Well, this all seemed rather boring and unnecessary to me, […]
The tantalising power in my thumbs
There are lots of advantages to being a writer, you know. I’m pretty good at explaining things in terms a small child could understand. I’m unlikely to make an unfortunate typo when signing off in an email. (‘Fondle yours’? I think not.) A strongly-worded letter is never too big an ask, even when I’m stressed […]
