A friend and her husband are going through a rough patch. Well, I say *they* are going through a rough patch, it’s only really her going through the patch – he’s totally oblivious. And that in a nutshell is the reason for the rough patch.

I sat on the bed and thought ‘what now?’ and there was nothing.

I felt so, so flat.

Everything they tell you about working for yourself is by and large true. It is exhilarating, it’s fulfilling, it’s tough and empowering. It really, really is.

But what they don’t warn you about is the loneliness.

A lot of people who know me think that I love being the centre of attention. And they would be wrong. Well kind of. Let me explain.

I was sitting in a café in Kent, lockdown had just started lifting, my business was really beginning to blossom, high on too much caffeine and desperate to tell someone my latest realisation.