Finding My Forte

It all began with the stroke of a pen aged a little more than six, and it was while I wrote those silly stories that I knew I’d got my fix. I spent my childhood and teenage years writing convoluted prose, questioning teachers, swotting up, in books I stuck my nose. I studied hard at … More Finding My Forte

The Six Month Itch

It’s exactly six months to the day that I arrived back in England, and every day for those last six months I’ve wanted to leave again. I’ve wanted to grab my overnight bag and passport (which sit at the end of my bed by the way, already packed with toiletries and spare underwear) and leave. … More The Six Month Itch