Flamingos, Fannywobbles and Farewell for Now

Taking a Short Break While the Country Descends Into Tabloid-Fuelled Fever Dreams.

And that’s me packing up.

I have written all of my handover emails, I’ve given my sacks full of angry snakes to multiple deputies to try and keep under control and I am officially just a four hours away from not working.

It does feel a bit weird. Like I’m abandoning an actively sinking ship that’s also on fire knowing that I’ll be back in about two weeks …