I’ll be honest, I am a busy bee, and I’ve got a lot on my plate. In response to that, I tend to get asked a question – ‘Rosie, how do you do it?’ And I always respond with – ‘Antidepressants’. People always laugh at that. I’ve been on the anti-depressant Sertraline (Zoloft) for… Continue reading My Adventures With Anti-Depressants
This is my Dad, my Mum, and my brother. In June, we went on 'the last family holiday'. Every time I say that phrase, it sounds very morbid. None of us are dying or are off to war or have sworn a familial hatred. I personally think this title of 'the last family holiday' is… Continue reading Travel Talk – Crete 2017
This is a *no spoiler* blog post, so those of you who haven't seen 'Wonder Woman' or don't want to can still enjoy. The perks of working in a cinema? The occasional free ticket to any film you want to see. It's especially great as you don't feel you've wasted money on a particularly… Continue reading Why We Need DCEU’s ‘Wonder Woman’
Last week, my nightmares came true. I had to run for the bus. It was time to take the eleven year old boy I childmind to his oboe lesson, and we were going to be late to the bus stop. So I picked up my pace to a quick walk, the one that you tend… Continue reading Rosie Lewis, the unhealthy potato
Excuse my French here, but life can be shit. And when it is shit, it doesn’t do it by half. Life rains down upon you like hellfire and brimstone, throwing debt and morality at you like an absurdist cricket game, taunting you with every negativity you can think of. I’ll admit, life has not been… Continue reading What to do when Life kicks you in the balls…
‘Twas the night before New Year, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse… Apart from Rosie Lewis who was having an extestential crisis. – It was in early December that I remembered the year 2017 would be arriving shortly, and there would be an influx of people on… Continue reading New Year, New Me?
You see him leaving the building. His shirt is ironed, his hair combed, but his face looks gaunt. He walks through the crowd of vicious reporters, each trying to get an exclusive or a response. The guards around him guide him into a car, and he slips away, back into the world. This shouldn’t be… Continue reading Mr Stanford Swimmer