The Girl at Hayes and Harlington

Hear Alarm. Toss and turn. Grapple with the frustrations of¬†waking up for approximately 1-2 hours. Tumble into hard ground at some¬†point in the morning. Wash, brush, dress, get out. Walk to station. Tap oyster. Grab a Costa. Grab a train. Check phone. Sip drink. Get out of train. Tap oyster again. Meet her eyes. Yesterday…

perks (?) of being a woman engineer.

I am an engineer, irrespective of the number of makeup products I put on my face. Despite being an oestrogen secreting human invading a testosterone wrought domain, I am proudly and loudly feminine. I switch from being a steel capped boot person to a flashy, 3 inch heel person as easily as I switch between…