Chapter Two: It's not the end of the world

Brown paper packages tied up with string

It’s Sunday again. The whole house smells of roast beef and I can’t stop smiling. Sunday’s are my favourite thing. This week’s been a good’un. I’ve had a Cadbury creme egg with breakfast almost every day. It doesn’t get much better than that. I didn’t wake up until eleven on Monday morning. It’s been what…… Continue reading Brown paper packages tied up with string

Chapter Two: It's not the end of the world

Peri-Peri: A spice so nice it’s been named twice

Surely not? Surely it can’t be Sunday again. Not much has changed. I might have a job, but as long as I have to put the word might in that sentence I’m not getting carried away. My nose will not stop running. I’ve rediscovered the wonder of lip balm and my love for Avril Lavigne. I’ve also used ‘deliveroo’ for the…… Continue reading Peri-Peri: A spice so nice it’s been named twice

Chapter Two: It's not the end of the world

Time isn’t wasted if you enjoyed wasting it

This week, I almost gave up on Plan A, get a job in a primary school, all together. I’ve had my moody-face on. Somehow, I had managed to convince myself that every day spent out of work was a waste of life. I’d been searching for a job in teaching for just a month and a half…… Continue reading Time isn’t wasted if you enjoyed wasting it