Entries by Kate Foggo

Expectation is the Mother of Creation

I had a little paper snippet I carried around in my Franklin Covey paper planner (showing my age) that Iā€™d cut out of Readerā€™s Digest a million years ago. Placed under an embroidery cat from a card my sister had given me I carried it for over 17 years in my diary. It was possibly […]

The Circle: a lesson in perspective

I absolutely love The Circle, and if there was ever a program made for lockdown, surely this was it. I was delighted that we had another series and I watched my recording avidly every morning, busy messaging Debs without any spoilers. Once sheā€™d caught up weā€™d bemoan the outcome or revel in delight. The Circle, […]

RuPaul’s Drag Race UK: the Performance of a Lifetime

ā€œYou need to write something upliftingā€, Gary announced after reading my last blog, after the usual complaints about my Gary bashing. Uplifting? Gary? I actually went back to him before I started writing to make sure I had remembered that right. It such an unlikely comment from Gary. Obviously my last few blogs have been […]

The Painful Journey: let’s talk about pain

Today I cried. Unexpectedly and in front of people who also werenā€™t expecting it. I cried because I felt weak and exhausted, and trying to get dressed after swimming proved almost impossible. I have a window of about 10 mins after winter swimming (water is about 5 degrees above freezing) and if I canā€™t get […]

The tedious journey of self-healing

I used to work in a pub with Richard. I loved working with Richard: when he was on form he was the funniest, most wickedly sharp companion you could ever wish for. He was friendly and full of banter for the punters, and quick and witty with the staff. I could never understand why he […]

Good, better, best: in search of perfection

Ever since our (business) coach suggested we create a newsletter Iā€™ve had the sound of my own voice in my head, rambling about what ā€œinterestingā€ things I could share. I think my biggest problem will be trimming down what I write, what is it about the size of my ego that I hate to delete […]

Vulcan 607: the antithesis of self-improvement

One thing I love about Gary is his predictability, especially in the joke department. Whenever I mention book-club to Gary he rushes off and gets his book ā€œVulcan 607ā€ and shoves it in my face, and demands that I suggest it for the next book. Every time. As a group of animal communicators and soul […]