I love writing. Most of my stories end up coming back to my love of animals, and my belief that within each of us is the ability to do good. Twitter @ZiaWillmot
There's a lot of things I owe to The Little Mermaid: The singing lessons I got from Scuttle which I use to serenade my boyfriend; an unhealthy and irrational fear of sharks (like when you're getting out of a swimming pool and assume there's one behind you); recognising evil in people who look like the human version of Ursula... ...and the rewarding hobby of filling my house with random old crap.
Vit the cashmere lop
In February 2020 my boyfriend Andy and I went on a holiday to Europe and left our rabbit Svart in the care of our friend Julia. Svart was unwell at the time with an ear infection, something quite common for her breed - so Julia had to catch her twice a day to puff some steroid powder down inside her ear canals. Not a great introduction to rabbit care, but an introduction nonetheless!
Not valentines playlist
Valentines Day. Jour de la saint valentin. Some people choose to believe it's one of those holidays invented by Hallmark to sell cards - but I remember reading somewhere its roots go back to a Roman spring festival where women would get paired off with men in a kind of lottery. Whatever you believe, there's no getting around it - it happens every year, and it's a stark reminder of your current relationship status.
Inès sat on the bench across from one of the most beautiful cafes she had ever seen. Two towering trees stood proudly either side of the grand awning, brilliant gold stripes separating each bright vertical stripe of red, white, and blue. The fingers of her left hand mindlessly picked at the flaking navy blue paint of the bench while she watched people come and go. She was transfixed, the way you get lost in a moment and can’t remember the last time you blinked. Without moving her eyes, she was able to see the families of birds sitting in those trees, somehow singing one beautiful song while each singing a different song to the other. She was able to see the bees floating dreamily between the flowers lining the road and share in the smell of their sweet perfume. She was able to see the waiter, darting hurriedly between tables with an extraordinary number of tall glasses on his tray.