Not that long ago I turned 34, and in my first week of turning 34 I got hemorrhoids. Yip, hemorrhoids. Bum hurt all week, felt like a bag of shite (never a truer choice of words). In those first couple of days of the first week of my 35th year, after I’d had all my friends and family around me, I experienced that low you feel you know? After an epic weekend, too much alcohol, lots of fun, and then BAM – back to reality.

I’m acutely aware that we are in weird times – I mean, how do we even describe 2020 anymore? What more is it going to throw at us? We’re bound by Alert Levels and closed borders and we’re at the mercy of a nasty virus that has no plans of going away anytime soon.

As I sit here in my little office which will be my creative space for the next wee while, and think about what we’ve just been through over the past four months – it actually baffles me and also sometimes feels like it was just a weird dream.

Now, don’t get me wrong I’m down with the kids, so I’m acutely aware that the crop top is very present and has been for some time.