I’m heading home to London today – from Lusaka, my home for the last two months. I can’t wait, I am beyond excited to go home, to be back in my own flat, to be with my children, to be back where everything is familiar and of my choosing. And for the past nearly 8 Continue reading

Sometimes life absolutely amazes me. And I don’t mean in my permanent ‘WTAF’ way around people…. My Iraq deployment was shit. Wrong job for me, 23rd floor in an earthquake, not based in Baghdad where I wanted to be – I could go on. And I have no doubt that you are, at this point, Continue reading

Well, what a week. I’ve been a humanitarian responder for 30 years, and I cannot comprehend 20,000 people dead. Every single part of me is screaming to go and do something. Waking up multiple times in the night, wide eyed engulfed by the horror of what is happening. No, of course it’s not about me. Continue reading

George Michael is soulfully blaring in the background as I sit in Sami Abdul Rahman Park in Erbil. Immensely enjoying my fresh orange and pomegranate juice andthe sun on my face The men, less so. It is such an incredibly male dominated, and male privileged, culture. On my walk today in less populated parts of Continue reading

A sentence I have been saying for nearly 30 years. I had a book deal once, to write my story after working in Mostar, Bosnia and Hercegovina during the war. My wonderful, wonderful supporter and therapist introduced me to a ghostwriter, Dave, who had just written a successful book about a brothel – so much Continue reading

Let’s talk about boobs. I believe I am uniquely placed to talk about boobs since I have had every possible variation. Who knew there were varieties of boobs?! Let’s start with small boobs. As a young-ish adult, I had small boobs – to me, they actually looked underdeveloped. Like they had meant to grow bigger, Continue reading