The most ridiculous reason to be late for work: someone has nicked the communal door handle and I can’t leave my building

A fully grown adult asked what “inclusion and diversity” means during our induction at my new job. Even at a superficial, mandatory training level, she had no clue!!!!! She then went on to say that’s she never been racist. The sigh I sighed

me to Sunday roasts in this country

Reading Clare Shaw’s poetry and it’s meeting me exactly where I am at the moment. “A small patch of dirt in the shape of my mother” keeps floating around in my head