The Aftermath of Being Made Redundant

Last August, a week before I was due to move, my boss gathered the senior management team on a call and told us we were all at risk of redundancy. Or in official terms, our jobs were at risk. I had two choices: To stay and fight for a new role Leave an organisation I…

Moving to Suburbia, Selling Photo’s and The New Normal

In what has has been another unusual week, today has been a lovely mix of getting things done, sunshine, and catching up on sleep. As I mentioned in Change, Grief & Pride, I recently decided to start looking for a new flat to rent outside of London. Monday welcomed good news on that front, but…