[ad_1] Normal text sizeLarger text sizeVery large text size Perched facing each other on wooden stools, there’s a moment during my chat with Indy Clinton when it starts to feel like a job interview. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” I ask, before quickly apologising for the question that sounds like it’s come […]
[ad_1] There’s the passing of time, of course. Christmas feels about five minutes ago, and now it’s nearly winter. An invitation arrived for my 40-year school reunion this month. I’m so not prepared for it to be four decades since sunbaking lunchtimes with Brigitte and Sally and Nicki, uniforms hiked up, baby oil on legs, […]
[ad_1] One of our personal pet peeves is when a friend points out you’re turning red during an embarrassing moment. Like, oh really? I couldn’t tell that my own head is basically exuding steam as a response to whatever crippling shame job I’ve just committed. Loading They don’t celebrate your successes Your friends should be […]
