When I was at work this weekend I was lucky enough to witness a moment that was both unremarkable and at the same time, so beautiful that I don’t know if I’ll be able to find the words to describe it.…

The children’s play project I work for operates throughout the year, with the two weeks over Christmas being the only long period when we’re closed. This break allows all the staff to have a proper rest. But before we could all relax and let Christmas take over, there was one last day of work, and it was a big one.…

For the last four weeks I’ve been spending most of my time at the BBC’s historic Television Centre in White City, preparing for our Broadcast From Biscuit Land, which aired on Sunday. Although I’m missing the creative team we were working with and the building itself, I’m not missing the long journey across London to get there.…

Summer holidays are our busiest time at work. The three play projects I help run are open all day every weekday during our five-week playscheme. Today was the start of our second week and all the sites were full of children enjoying the sun and their freedom from school.…

Wow! What a glorious day! I could tell it was fine before I’d even raised my blind this morning. Since then the sun’s been beating down without interruption, bathing everything in a beautiful light.

On days like this I particularly value the incredible outdoor spaces we have at work.…

If you’re a disabled person with high or specialist support needs, or if your job involves long working hours, or if you work abroad, there’s something you need to know – your career, your ambition, your potential are about to be capped.…

If you live in the UK you’ve probably noticed that it’s been a bit chilly recently. Today was no exception – fortunately the office at work is pretty toasty.

For years I’ve had loads of regular Alan tics. I work with a man called Alan who’s generally very good at ignoring these and distinguishing between a ticced Alan and a when I’m actually trying to get his attention.…

At the end of last week I wrote Access to Tears, a post describing how, after a long and upsetting process, Access to Work (AtW – the scheme that provides support for working disabled people) had decided not to fund the cost of my support worker’s flights and accommodation for a work trip to Canada, and that this meant I wouldn’t be able to take up this paid work.…

It was a relief to close my eyes and go to sleep last night – they were sore and tired from the tears I’d been shedding hours earlier.

This morning I’m in a reflective mood, determined to write about the circumstances that once again left me sitting at work with tears flooding down my cheeks while my non-disabled colleagues got on with what they were doing.…

Our office was buzzing with chatter today about two new arrivals, not staff, or children, but go-karts for our youth-led track. They arrived in the early afternoon and looked amazing.

These aren’t just any old go-karts. They’re specially built with dual-controls so that two drivers can sit side-by-side.…