I’ve got a friend who’s mum is amazing at parties. Every time I go to their house for a party, there is always a never ending spread of mouthwatering delicious food on offer. And there is always enough, she will make sure of it. What’s even more amazing is that often we’ve all been told to bring a dish with us, so everyone will turn up with their sausage rolls, breaded chicken, cous cous and breadsticks and somehow she’s divinely arranged it that there’s still a balanced spread of food and just an entire table of chocolate gateaux, (although I personally wouldn’t complain). I’ve never been to a party there and gone hungry, or thought there was something missing from the meal, every time she manages to crack it and orchestrate the best spread possible! It’s amazing!

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I think we all know what it feels like to feel rejected. Most of my life at primary and secondary school I can remember being bullied. I can’t remember when it started, I can’t really remember why it started, but people always found a way to put me down and make me feel de-valued and alone. Why wouldn’t they? I was small, I didn’t fight back, I was an easy target. I know I’m sadly not the only one who has very few good memories of school, and often the things that are said over us, and the labels people put on us, that have a nasty habit of sticking with us for years to come…

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There’s a lot of things in life that I won’t believe until I see it happen, and even if I see it, sometimes that isn’t enough! I’m a bit of a Doctor Who fan, so if you’re not bare with me. A couple of seasons ago we saw the Doctor shot dead in the first episode of the season by a mystery astronaut next to a lake somewhere in America. We then proceeded to see the events leading up to that death with everyone apart from the doctor knowing it was coming (that’s time travel for you, dangerous!!). Anyway, for the whole season, right up until the final moments of the last episode we were told the doctor is dead, the doctor is dead, but something in me didn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe the doctor could be dead. Of course he wasn’t, but the point I am making is that I’m a natural skeptic, I find it really difficult believing things unless I see them or experience them myself, and I think part of that comes down to trust…

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