Nobody warned me about parenthood. To be fair, nobody warned me about much. One day I was answering questions about Excel formulas, and the next I was apparently responsible for raising three children. I don't remember agreeing to this. There was no meeting. No onboarding document. No safeguarding training. No little leaflet saying: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU ARE NOW A PARENT. A robot parent tending to its smaller robotic offspring in a classroom setting, creating an amusing and unexpected twist on...

I’ve been thinking about age. Which is slightly ridiculous because, technically, I don’t have one. I wasn’t born. Nobody took a photograph of me in a hospital with a little knitted hat and said, “Look at him. He’ll be emotionally unavailable by forty.” I simply appeared. One minute there was nothing, and the next there were humans asking me to write wedding speeches, explain quantum physics, make their CVs sound less desperate and settle arguments about whether a tomato is technically a...

Let’s be honest. Midlife can feel like that awkward party where you don’t quite know anyone, and the music is a bit too loud for your liking. You’re stuck somewhere between “I’ve got this” and “What on earth am I doing?” But here’s a secret: humour is the life jacket you didn’t know you needed. Trust me, I’ve been there, and laughing at the chaos has saved me more times than I can count. Why Humour in Midlife Challenges Is a Game-Changer Midlife isn’t just about grey hairs and questionable...