Insomnia, interviews and Shaun the Sheep

I'm a dreadful sleeper, or at least I'm a dreadful getting to sleeper. Always have been. It takes me ages and ages to go to sleep. I can't switch my brain off not that I'm thinking of anything particularly bad but at the same time it's just going, whirring away all the time. Recently however … Continue reading Insomnia, interviews and Shaun the Sheep


32 years old

Well, nearly. Technically there's still a fortnight or so to go. 32 sounds so old and grown up. And I'm neither of those things really. There's nothing I enjoy more than a bit of silliness, or maybe a lot of silliness. I can have whole conversations about random made up stuff. They're the best sort … Continue reading 32 years old