Just a cheeky celebratory pink fizz. Three wins today: 2 corporate partnerships for the charity and 1 tender win for the day job.

This was a nice moment for me. The announcement of the first Corporate Partnership between the charity and our local theatre feels like a big success for me, not just for the charity but personally, too. The new scheme is my baby, and I’ve pushed myself well out of my comfort zone to deliver

You know you’re close to burning out when the thought of a 2 day MS Excel Course & Exam sounds like a fun break.

Very disappointed to hear Channel 5’s take earlier that Farage’s point about “people coming over on boats” was the right take based solely on one person’s actions. That’s literally the equivalent of saying you can’t trust anyone from anywhere because one person from there did a bad thing. Please. 🙄😒

Two jobs, an 8 year old’s research assistant AND I’ve finally caved and WILL write my sodding book. It’s like my old university nickname - the beast who need not sleep. Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s burnout.

Putting a positive spin on working late by getting all comfy and cozy with a cuppa (Yorkshire Tea, obviously, I’m not a heathen) and putting a little documentary on in the background.

Did not need that reminder this morning 🫣😅

Remembering that time I almost Got barred for this photo…

Another weekend, another entirely new skillset to learn. Today? Video creating and editing 🫣😅

Ghost corner looking ghostie, with new additions Vic & Bob doing “Y” and “M” of YMCA.

My inbox is always open. Don’t suffer in silence. 🩷

Writing bids for a living is all well and good but it’s bloody soul destroying at times. What do you mean you want me to explain 18 things in great detail and clarity, but only provide a word count of 300, with no attachments or appendices allowed? How do you want me to do that then?

This is devastating but hard to think of more important journalism. 18,457 children have been killed in Gaza (many more not accounted for). Here, The Guardian prints their names and beautiful faces and tells us what they were like before Israel stole their lives. www.theguardian.com/world/ng-int...

Mistyped ‘barcode’ as bardcode and can now only think of Shakespeare trying to create a cipher.

Ah. The eternal “technology let me down”. Laptop just refuses to turn on. Not like I’ve got a tender bid to write or anything 🫠

And how are you getting through work on 3 hours sleep today, Charlotte? ALL THE CAFFEINE.

This was great, do go and see it if you have the chance. Fascinating parts woven together into a compelling narrative that's surprisingly relevant 1500 years later. Plus a photo of a dig dog. What more do you need?

Any excuse to be Mortician Addams’ blonde sister at this point 😅🫣

When a night to see James May starts with car park parkour

No middle name club 😏

This. This, paired with the fact that I’m from a reasonably deprived area, is the whole reason I’m not in any sort of creative role. The security of a so-called “proper job” and the stability it offered outweighed anything for me as a young person. My GCSEs were history, art and drama.

The work-based-anxiety today is SKY HIGH.

Again…its not big at all. But in another sense, it's very very big. I have one very happy little boy that 10 people have been kind enough to subscribe. And I promise episode two is coming when I can pull the info together 🫣 this is the issue with having like…4 jobs. 😅🫣

Happy Banned Books week.....get to READING....

Trying to think of my upcoming tour of depots as an opportunity to explore…places. Recommendations for the following appreciated! Kilmarnock/Glasgow Luton/Daventry Wolverhampton Sheffield Ellesmere Port/Manchester These are my day end/start points so will be staying somewhere between the two

Right that's it the garage needs turfing out and repurposing back into my office/studio. Sans spiders, of course.

If you haven't got tickets, why not? You ought to. It's excellent.

Wondering if there's an old Norse, Roman or Greek God of Health and Safety and what I've done to be granted the depot I was meant to be auditing asking for it to be rearranged, freeing up my day to write a particularly tricky bid. Yes lovely, you can have it postponed, I'll be back in a fortnight.

Never a sexier day than doing a depot Health and Safety audit 🙄🫣 dirty old warehouse, here I come!

Just some casual bedtime reading.

Shitty printer 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 Stripy print.

I have the best office buddy

That like a coc Soc?

Looooove being questioned just because I'm a woman 🙄

Ah yeah i love running down dark paths at 6 in the morning 🫣😅

This little minx sliding in my DMs again. Don't tempt me, Frodo

It’s important to learn that you spell lose with one ‘o’ because there is a world of difference between someone losing their shit and loosing their shit.

One might say I made a rod for my own back when I made that WW2 officers uniform for my boy, he's now requested an equivalent RAF uniform. Will I oblige? Of course I will, because I'm nothing if not a softie.

This was literally me getting up off the floor on Saturday having been sat there for… oooohh…20 minutes.

New qualification underway! Collecting certificates like Pokémon cards like the good 90s child I am.

Doing some reading around introductions for a risk register and naturally thr search engine’s inbuilt AI strong-armed its way in like a drunk Clippy and asked which tone I'd prefer - professional, serious, casual, but the one that caught my eye and drew me in was satirical..

You know how I'm a H&S professional? Yeah, well, today I got the pin of a pin badge under my nail and embed itself about 5mm into my nail bed *under* my nail. I swore profusely, went hot and dizzy, then proceeded to sit quietly for half an hour. Risk assess that, bitches.

Just reviewing some stuff for the podcast and cave across this. Why is he so cute? Standing like that? He never stands like that. I swear he's been here before

Can confirm, my back feels like a bag of broken crockery. And sounds just as bad 🫣😅

My friends and I did our usual house party thing of sitting on the kitchen floor. The issue with this now is that we’re all early-mid thirties and this act is now accompanied by all our joints clicking and cracking, and us all giving it “ehhhh” “ahhh” and “ooh you bugger”.

And sometimes, just sometimes, I scrub up alright…

Ahhh YESSSSS go on girls 🌹🌹🌹🌹

“I’m not here to fight, mummy” he says. In full sparring kit and mouthguard.

Right. Time to tackle the split dye again. 🫣