As any good English teacher will tell you, a comma can be the difference between life and death.  Look no further than the classic, “Let’s eat Grandma” vs “Let’s eat, Grandma”…  And if you have…

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One of my claims to fame is that it took me six attempts to pass my driving test.  Really- S.I.X. It’s not something I am ashamed of (although you know my thoughts on shame by…

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  When I first started uni my mother sent a parcel down to me through the post- a forgotten item from home, perhaps; a Travis CD maybe, my Barbie alarm clock peut-être?  All vital belongings…

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Last weekend we voyaged south to support my husband in the London Marathon- it was 25 degrees and I was slapping factor 50 on the kids like it was going out of fashion.  Tonight, I…

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I remember the first time I experienced feelings of shame. I was in Reception class, and for the crime of helping to fill my friend’s Fireman Sam lunchbox with water in the school toilets at…

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