Be Proud of Where You Come From
‘How come I never get invited round to your house for tea?’ my friend Jane asked one day as we embarked upon another epic game of French skipping in the school…
Read More‘How come I never get invited round to your house for tea?’ my friend Jane asked one day as we embarked upon another epic game of French skipping in the school…
Read MoreIs it raining where you are? Is January doing her worst? Is it gloomy and dark and cold and uninspiring? Is Donald Trump about to become ‘leader of the free…
Read MoreThe other day I was thinking back to a rock-bottom time in my life. A time when I seriously couldn’t see how things could get any worse … and I…
Read More‘We’d like you to become a school prefect,’ my Head of Year told me as we stood in the middle of the windswept playground. He’d just shown me a register…
Read MoreThis is my bed. I spent most of last Sunday here, doing nothing. Doing nothing but drinking ginger tea and eating fruit cake and DAYDREAMING. For so long I thought…
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