There’s a new term which gets thrown around a lot; “self care”. I think it’s fabulous in theory, but in practice I suspect it’s yet another thing to feel guilty about not doing perfectly, disguised as something nice. Like the rosy cheeked Aunty who comes round for an innocent cup of tea but spends the …
Intermediate was my first experience of wearing a school uniform. I remember my white blouse, made presumably from a cheap poly/cotton blend. I remember my navy tartan skirt. I was growing up and my body was changing. I was going to start a new school with only one or two familiar faces from Primary …
