Sometimes all the self-help books in the world won’t help …

A badly-drawn cartoon version of me stands next to a crossroads sign. I've got a bright orange dress on. The sign is pointing to Brighton in one direction, and Buckfastleigh in the other.

Lockdowns feel like a lifetime ago but I’m conscious of the after-effects still rippling. I’d moved from Brighton to Buckfastleigh in August 2020, full of enthusiasm for the possibility of carving out a new life. Confident that Covid would be gone by winter. Rested enough from the enforced in-action of the previous 5 months to […]