Oh January, you’ve been tough. There were some pretty bleak times, some quite monotonous times and a few times when I’ve wanted to get in the car and just drive. Far. 

Lockdown 3.0 has been dark, dreary, boring, relentless. I feel as if we’ve all collectively just shrugged our shoulders and decided to hunker down to wait for the storm to pass. Alone. There has been no clapping for carers, no BBQs in the sunshine, no jolliness at all, really. We’re still baking sourdough, but perhaps crying whilst doing it. 

And yet there have also been moments of pure joy, of simple and intense happiness. I’ve loved the crunch of frost underfoot when I run, the bright winter sunshine warming my face, the sight of craggy, leafless branches set against an intensely blue sky, the smell of fresh coffee, the sound of one of my daughters singing in the shower, the galvanising words of Amanda Gorman ringing out from across the pond, which made me cry. 

I think our senses have become heightened after so many months of forced isolation. Maybe that’s a good thing. 

I didn’t set New Year resolutions this year and I am so glad I didn’t. They would have been broken, immediately. Instead, I decided to do more of what makes me happy – more running, more yoga, more reading, more writing. The fact I have managed to do any of those things throughout this lockdown makes me very happy. 

I’ve run 81km in January, enjoyed weekly yoga sessions with Bryony Yoga, worked out regularly with my amazing PT Steff Woodman and read some good books. I’ve also worked on some great writing projects for my clients, kept three kids alive, fed, watered and educated. I’m still married. Just. 

So, whilst I’m glad to see the back of you January, you’ve not been so bad. February, I’m ready for you. Be short, as always. And then, it’s hello March, spring, sunshine and (maybe) the end of lockdown. Keeping everything crossed. 


The DATA PRIVACY debate rumbles on. Should we all leave WhatsApp? This Forbes article explains what the fuss is all about. I’ve joined Signal, but my life is still very much on WhatsApp. Some argue that if you’re aware of what these platforms are doing with your data and you don’t succumb to the advertising, it’s OK. But the uneasy feeling of being monitored, Big Brother-style, remains. Undecided.

Photo: Christian Wiediger
Photo: The Luminous

NEWSLETTERS are where it’s at. I work as an editor on one for my lovely swiss client AVM Consulting – always full of fascinating articles and insight into the world of fashion, luxury and mindfulness. Wordsmiths will love the bi-monthly one from Sonder & Tell and this one by Kind Regards, a new fashion brand aimed at working women, promises to be different.

What do you all make of CLUBHOUSE? I’ve joined and am excited about it. I love the fact it is about talking and listening not mindless scrolling. According to Bloomberg, it’s the next big thing. I’ve yet to find any chat worth listening to, but I’m hoping this will change once more people join. Such an interesting development in the world of comms and one that I’m going to explore for my clients.

Photo: The Luminous


  • Fleishman is in Trouble, by Taffy Brodesser-Akner – about a dysfunctional marriage, literally could not put this down.
  • Girl, Woman, Other, by Bernardine Evaristo – about racism, gender and feminism. Loved this book. 
  • Quite, by Claudia Winkleman – witty, insightful, a celebration of all things imperfect and messy and fun. 


For there is always light. If only we’re brave enough to see it. If only we’re brave enough to be it.

Amanda Gorman

We are the authors of our lives.

We write our own daring endings.

We craft love from heartbreak,

compassion from shame,

grace from disappointment,

courage from failure.

Showing up is our power.

Story is our way home. Truth is our song.

We are the brave and brokenhearted.

We are rising strong.

Brene Brown