Lamenting the loss of even the less-than-shiny aspects of a family Christmas, and yearning for time with loved ones - even if it does mean arguments, discomfort and awkward moments.
Not only was it the start of a new decade, but I would be entering it in entirely alien circumstances. While a year ago I would have imagined a good old family ‘do’, a large gathering, a night out with friends, a fancy meal, or a city break abroad, I would instead be spending the day mostly on my own, in the confines of my one-bedroom flat, as many others will have experienced this year.
From recipe kits and takeaways to cakes through the post, I wanted to share a few of our favourite foodie delivery services to enjoy during lockdown.
[Press theatre tickets] Southampton's Mayflower Theatre has reopened its doors and is dipping its toes tentatively into the world of post-lockdown events.
My latest piece for Dear Damsels – which is not, for once, a poem! – shares the story of the ice cream van that made me cry on a regular basis during lockdown, and the hope it eventually brought.
This poem is for anyone who misses being close to someone, too. That time will come, but for now, let's think of drinking tea with them.
I've written a poem that's been included in Locked Write Down: a home-grown anthology of 22 poems written during the COVID-19 pandemic.
I wrote this poem quite early on in lockdown for a poetry submission on the theme of nature.
It didn't get picked, so I thought I'd share it on here. Waste not, want not!
It's been a long time since my last theatre review. Over fifteen weeks, to be exact, which is the longest I've gone without stepping foot in a theatre auditorium – and writing about it – for two years at least.
This changed last night, however, when I found myself on a very unusual Zoom call; one like no other.
I'm worried that the hard work I've put into improving my mental health over the last few years is being undone by this pandemic.