Until this last Christmas, I didn’t believe in Santa but there must be a fat, white guy with a long white beard and too tight suit that loves me because my prayers about work have been answered and I’m back on maternity leave until April. Admittedly he didn’t answer my pleas for my family to […]

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Over the past few days, I’ve finally started to accept that in two weeks time, I shall be joining the great unwashed of London and returning to work. I’ll be bitching about people releasing bodily functions in my vicinity, spending a fortune in Pret a Manger once again, and having to listen to that […]

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