Intensive care angel

It's early morning in the UK, but Hannah's already been to a workout class and is eating her breakfast when we chat, her long hair wet from a shower. 'Busy is probably the word to use for my lockdown,' she says, inbetween mouthfuls of porridge. 'I'd go to work and I'd be doing my normal... Continue Reading →

Lockdown baby

"I'll be honest with you Tara, I only remembered about this about five minutes ago and I haven't put any makeup on," Jaz laughs. I laugh, telling her she looks fab, and that the video won't go anywhere, "that's fine then, all good." Jaz, the baby of our group from our time spent living in... Continue Reading →

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