Time for mandatory scream sessions

The other day I boarded a train, homeward bound after a weekend trip to Edinburgh. I settled into my seat, mask hanging haphazardly on my chin as I sipped my cappuccino, grateful for a few hours’ breathing space. But as the train rushed along the north-eastern coastline I soon found myself far from relaxed, but...

Exposing Priorities: Stay Home. Stay Safe … Go Kill Yourself?

There, I’ve done it. I’ve broken my vow of silence. I vowed never to openly discuss that dirty l-word, for I don’t like angry mobs. We’re all especially snappy and out of sorts these days. Best hide my opinions behind my probably-not-medical-grade surgical mask, and carry on. I’ve tried (and often failed) to do that...