My children turned six recently, and they were given some brilliant books for their birthday.

I'm so excited to see them developing a love for books and reading on their own. I remember that joy so well - the worlds they get to disappear into, the fantastical things they'll learn, and, right now, their pleased little giggle every time they recognise a new word. Hearing them read stories aloud makes my heart sing. It's honestly thrilling to witness, and is renewing my own love for reading, and appreciation for the craft of writing.

I love World Book Day. Especially this year – my kids are learning to read and it’s bloomin’ wonderful seeing their little minds soak up new words and stories and worlds. I love how excited they get choosing which book to take into school.

I’m an International Women’s Day skeptic. And I approached it this week with extra trepidation – would the International Women’s Day website (not affiliated to the UN) finally read the room this year, of all years?

I’m trying to write more here about issues that affect me and my profession, without alienating potential clients with rants about, well, the patriarchy usually. (Why yes, I *am* a Gen X intersectional feminist stereotype!) So this morning’s rage is for all the working parents out there.