Stories of life and people
So that's it; it's the end of December 2019 (well, actually January 2020) and my year in people project is finished. When I started, I didn't quite know what I'd end up writing; how many posts I'd be able to do or how it would all go. The only goal I set myself was to... Continue Reading →
Kirsty was a temp when I was working for Lincolnshire Police, back in 2009 (I think). She'd been brought in to help with putting a HR programme together, I think it was around coaching and/or leadership and development. Something like that anyway. She was getting married that year. Her fiancé was in the RAF and... Continue Reading →
When I was little, Christmas dinner was always at our house. My Mum, who's not really a lover of cooking, always ended up catering for the masses because we had the biggest house. I'm pretty sure she counted down the years when one day, it might be her turn to go somewhere else. My brother... Continue Reading →
I think Nic was the first person I met in New Zealand when I moved here who I didn't already know, or who wasn't connected to my ex-boyfriend. It was like a Tinder date for mates. We met online, through the UK group Adventure Queens, and arranged to meet for a cuppa. I'd only been... Continue Reading →
Life drawing classes can either be taught classes (perhaps at an art school, or by an artist) or groups of artists who just want to come together to practise their drawing. Note: there's also one-on-one modelling for a single artist, although this is less common, and should be approached with caution for personal safety. Usually... Continue Reading →
As I saw her come through the airport arrival gates, my eyes filled with tears and my throat burned; it took all I had to not burst into a massive pile of sobs and snot. A massive wave of relief and emotion rushed over me. The last time we'd seen each other was when I'd... Continue Reading →
You will get cold You will get too hot You will sweat You will want to cough You can stretch It will hurt You will need to fart You will fart You will move You will get an itch You will be able to not scratch that itch You will feel like a badass for... Continue Reading →
I was 15 and had gone to a friend of a friend's (let's call her A) house for the weekend. They had a swimming pool and it was summer so HELL YES. A's Dad was a plumber, and had a young lad working for him (who also happened to live just down the road) who... Continue Reading →
Hey hey there - I've decided September's year in people posts will be chosen by you! I'm taking requests/nominations NOW for people to write about next month. Want me to write about you? Or someone you know that I know too? Or maybe there's someone/a story about a person you've heard me talk about. Or... Continue Reading →
