I Love books. I mean, I really love books. There’s something truly nourishing to the soul about burying myself between the pages.
We’ve all heard the phrase ‘You are what you eat’ but how many of us really understand the significance of this statement and its effect on our gut?
It feels like it’s been a long winter but now March has arrived – and with it, the promise of spring, harking to lighter nights and better weather. (Although looking out of the window of late, on the snowy Manchester street below, where the latest winter storm is blowing a gale, I’m sure I’d be forgiven for being a tad skeptical!)
It’s that time of year again when, stuffed from the frolics and festivities of Christmas, some of us fiercely, with a gung-ho, all-or-nothing attitude, embark on making New Years resolutions in a bid to improve some area of our lives in the brand new year.
For those of you unaware: Manchester is my home. And, unless you are a hermit with no access to the outside world, you will have heard of the atrocious act of violence which took place within my beloved city on 22 May 2017 – claiming the lives of 22 innocent music lovers and injuring so many more. Many for which it will be a long, slow road to recovery. The vast majority were just children, who had yet to live and experience many of life’s wonders.
Not so long ago it was considered ‘not the done thing’ and highly frowned upon to talk openly about mental health issues people were facing.