I was born in 1989 thanks to two very persistent parents, and two wizards called Robert Edwards and Patrick Steptoe. Thank you, all of you. What should have been the ultimate me moment was rudely hijacked by my womb mate of nine months, and I’ve been harassing him ever since.
Born and raised in North Wales, I now live by a stuffed walrus in South London, doing the job all bright people with no direction in life do (consulting). Now as ever I’m trying to expand the circles I live in without losing sight of the simple wonder than I am alive at all, and tolerating the anxiety of an uncertain future enough to let myself feel happy.
I am grateful for every day.