Growing up in South Wales in the 1970’s, there was always great excitement towards the end of February as we prepared for Saint David’s Day on the 1st March. The morning of St David’s Day, we would dress in traditional welsh costume, which smelt unpleasantly of moth balls, and head to school like a procession of Diddy Men. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diddy_Men  ...

If someone suggested you start your own business, but you’d have to negotiate a global recession, 4 trade shows where you were snowed in, a book fair when hardly anyone turned up because of a volcanic ash cloud and that your MD (and partner) would be diagnosed with, and have to go through treatment for, cancer at the same time...

Dear 2022 It’s great that you’ve arrived. We certainly hope you are better than your predecessors 2021 and 2020 which, were to be honest, pants. Here are our hopes and wishes, from you to me! We hope to not have to learn another Greek alphabet letter, to never hear the words transmissible, furlough or lockdown ever again and for the only...

What a year.  Hopefully one that will never be repeated. It has changed the way we live and the way we interact with each other. Outside of my own home, I personally miss engaging with my family and friends.  I miss the big things like being able to meet, to talk face to face, to hug or seeing their real...

Right now, there is probably an elephant lurking in your room. It’ll be either deeply hidden behind the furniture, or able to be seen but stuck in the corner of the room, or in some cases, it might be right in the middle of the room, and people pass around it. I call this elephant End of Life Ellie. Otherwise...