This week I face up to my whiteness I’m so white it hurts. I’m achingly white, not in the alabaster sense. But in the beige
This week I test my cellular age I’ve reached that curious age where you no longer look your age. Which is to say you look
This week Richard Branson tells me shows me how to jump into life. I can’t profess to know Richard Branson intimately. That said, we have
This week I have the holiday you have when you’re not having a holiday On Friday, there I am, in Bali, on holiday, having a
This week I declutter my “sentimentals” and my “collectibles” What did we all do before we “decluttered”? We tidied. We picked up our crap, dusted
This week I find no reasons I don’t know about you, but I’ve noticed a stack of people have taken to the curious, quasi-spiritual belief
This week I don’t buy style Bless me father, for it has been nine weeks since my last resentful, unsatisfying and agitated jaunt to the
This week I give away stuff… randomly. Have you been ROAK’d yet? I know four people who have in the past fortnight. My friend Kerrie
This week I clear for myself some space. On Tuesday I was walking to the post box while talking to my accountant and reading an
This week I learn The Art of Slow Reading I’ve never been a big reader. Even as a kid. Which has always surprised people who