Memories of an 8 year old applying for a job

Memories of an 8 year old applying for a job

I’d write letters to people asking for what I or people I knew wanted or needed.I wrote to the editor of our local paper asking for a job as a journalist, when I must have only been about 8 or 9.Another time, my mum’s elderly friend’s house was flooded and she had no...
A Post About The Time The Police Were At My Door

A Post About The Time The Police Were At My Door

I OPENED THE DOOR one Saturday morning and there stood on the doorstep was a policeman. It was early for a Saturday.   After a long week at my full-time job in the finance department of a hospital 30 minutes away, Saturday morning lie ins were an essential part of my...
Flipping your script

Flipping your script

Recently, I had a call with a client who was feeling down on themselves. In their words they “hadn’t got anywhere this week” and confessed that they considered cancelling their call because they felt they had nothing to report. Within 5 minutes, we had established...