It was worth £350. I got £100. I could haggle, I could beg – but the outcome would be the same. Bastards.
I leave with my dignity and 10 crisp £10 notes.
I add it to my £42.56. Not a lot to show
As I’m talking to more organisations about storytelling two phrases, keep cropping up. “It’s just what we do.” and “Nobody would be interested.” They’re dueling it out, but they’re not
I couldn’t get to sleep. I’d drift off for a few minutes then wake up again. Each time the same question jumped into my head. I tried ignoring it. Three more days – three more fitful