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My year that was: a photo essay

At the end of last year, when I was very angry, I wrote down some goals for 2014. Then I literally gave 2013 the finger, ate some pizza with my kids and thought about driving into the sea. I'm pleased to report that 2014 has been kind


Brain training

My brain is flooded with memories: things about the school lamb that left droppings all over my dad's car, and nanna's porch full of orb weaving spiders, and the time a couple of louts stole our lawnmower while we were on holiday. Here's a thing: I


My first boyfriend

My first boyfriend's name was Christian, and I met him on the internet. I was 14. I know this because my nick on Internet Relay Chat was Anna14. His was Chrish. I would later learn that this had something to do with the fact that


My dad’s cats

When I was but a twinkle in my father’s eye, my animal destiny was being established. I would be a hopeless devotee of the kitten mewling in the drain; I would be the freak stalking the RSPCA every weekend; I would be the girl shelling


I don’t eat things with faces

My nanna has always been a vegetarian. "I don't eat things with faces," she would say. "And anyway, it doesn't go through my digestive system properly." I became a vegetarian when I was fourteen. I don't have a particular loyalty to things with faces, but this reasoning