London: a love letter

London: a love letter

It happened. So help me, it happened. I appear to have moved to Devon by mistake. Just twelve short months after I had what I thought was a speculative discussion about packing up our lives in London and moving to the depths of the countryside, we have taken the final...
Take me home

Take me home

During my time as a freelancer, I’ve worked in offices all over the country. But the “office” I spend most of time in is the one situated extremely close to my bed. I refer, of course, to my kitchen table because I live in Zone 2 and the idea of having access to an...