When I was a little girl, and indeed right through my University years, my mother used to buy us each a little present to help us to survive Valentine’s Day .  She would give us a heart shaped chocolate lollipop or a little trinket to show that she loved us.  When I was a teenager and still living at home, it felt like all of my friends had boyfriends and were desperately in love (with some guy they’d met at…

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Once upon a time, a woman worked really hard at work.  Her skills and achievements were recognised by her colleagues and her seniors.  She was promoted and eventually made it to the Management Board.  Her colleagues on the Management Board were men and women in equal number and of all different colours and backgrounds. Once upon a time, a woman never got married, but had many fulfilling relationships, a job that was fun and interesting and bought a flat that…

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2018 is going to be my year of SELF.  I like a new year.   For me, a new year is about a fresh start, a clean state and an opportunity to re-set the clock and to shed the weight of last year’s problems, worries and anxieties. That’s not to say that last year’s problems magically disappear at the stroke of midnight on new year’s eve but for some reason the beginning of a new year enables me to look…

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They say things happen in threes don’t they? Cygnet and I were due to go to France last weekend. There is a little town in Northern France that has amazing Christmas lights and we were due to see them.  My Mum had booked a hotel room for the four of us for the night.  Cygnet and I were going to sleep on the mezzanine level of this hotel room and my parents on the floor below. We were both really…

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I’ve been renovating my flat and am super excited about some brightly coloured rubber floor tiles that I have just laid.  Those of you who have been reading this blog for a while will know that I bought my flat from an 86 year old lady nearly two and half years ago.  She moved down to Devon and my son and I moved in.  Unfortunately for all of us when she moved out she couldn’t take her beloved kitchen with…

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Every woman has a story, and mine involves a man in a very short pair of running shorts who revealed his penis as he nudged his way past me. #metoo Every woman has a story, and mine involves a stranger in a crowd in Barcelona who shoved his hand down the back of my jeans and tried to insert his finger into my vagina. #metoo Every woman has a story, and mine involves a male work colleague, not a manager…

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This week I read about Eileen Carey, CEO and co-founder of Glass-breakers, a silicon Valley-based software company, who dyes her blonde hair brown so that her co-workers will take her more seriously.  By dying her hair brown, she found that she looked older and felt that she was less likely to be seen and characterised in a sexual way.  She stopped wearing high heals, stopped wearing contact lenses in favour of glasses and started wearing gender neutral clothing.  She found that her colleagues…

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It was a Tuesday evening at around 9pm when my anxiety took hold on the London Underground.  It had been a long day.  Cygnet was with his father and I had stayed late at work.  I sat down next to the window and stared into the distance. I got on the train at Leicester Square in central London. A man got on at the next stop.  He was lugging a heavy cello case.  He sat down opposite me and next…

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The last couple of weeks have definitely felt like autumn.  I have put away my summer dresses, my wedged shoes and I have given up on the bottle of St Tropez fake tan in favour of 70 denier black tights. I am also giving myself a pep talk.  The prospect of months of drizzle which will make my hair curl, grey skies, early darkness and cold shivery mornings leaves me feeling more than a bit blah. This year, Cygnet and…

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It was Virginia Wolf who said that a woman must have a room of her own if she is to write fiction.  Virginia’s statement was a Feminist one, mine, to be honest, is more practical.  I have found that I need my own personal space, a room of my own so to speak, to truly relax and to indulge in a bit of blog writing. I have been quiet on the blog front recently.  This wasn’t an intentional blogging holiday,…

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