Well, it’s been a busy week here, and boy — let’s break it down.

Monday was a big one. I celebrated seven years working at the farm this month. That might not seem like much to some people, but to me, it’s a huge achievement. Let me explain why.

All my life, I’ve started projects and never finished them. Even with relationships, I’ve struggled to keep them going. I don’t know why — maybe it’s just how my head works. But seven years in one job? That’s something I never thought I’d manage.

What makes it even more special is that I’ve never been judged at the farm because of my disability. They’ve always supported me — helped me navigate my pain, made adjustments when I needed them. If I couldn’t manage a full day, they’d just say, “Don’t worry, do what you can, make it up next week.”

You don’t find jobs like that every day.

I see so many disabled people on Facebook losing their jobs because they’ve had to take time off sick, and the company just wants to get rid of them. It’s heartbreaking. It’s hard enough trying to get a job as a disabled person — let alone keep one.

I really enjoy what I do — whether it’s at the farm, performing comedy, or doing my children’s show. But like many self-employed artists, I’ve been struggling with money lately. I’ve got a good family now who help me when they can, but that wasn’t always the case. In the ‘90s and early 2000s, we all struggled. I find it hard asking for help, even now — it can feel like I’ve failed.

But I haven’t failed. Sometimes we all need a crutch to keep going.

I’m hoping that, now I’m back out gigging more, connecting with more people, the work will start coming in again — even if it’s slowly. I’ve done some amazing work this summer, including Edinburgh. But now and again, the doubts still creep in — and that’s okay. Everyone struggles.

I’ve noticed a lot of my disabled and neurodiverse friends — comedians, artists — ask themselves:

“Should I go for this job?”
“No, I’m not good enough.”

If you’re going to keep saying that to yourself, then no — you won’t ever feel good enough.
I’ve always been told: even if you think the job’s too big for you, apply anyway. You never know what might happen.

Back in July, I applied for a producer job in Manchester. At first, I thought, “Nah, I’m not the right fit.” I didn’t get the main role — but they offered me the trainee producer job! That meant a lot.

In the end, we realised it wouldn’t work long-term because of the travel. But here’s the point:
They now know my name.
They know what I can do.
They’ve even offered me two comp tickets to an upcoming show.

So me and my agent at Ingenious Fools will be heading there soon to meet the team, see what they’re about — and who knows what’s around the corner?

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And that’s not all I’ve done this week…

• I opened for Merv Control in Chester — and that was a great experience.
• Then on Wednesday, me and Denil Ede (with an I-L, not an E-L!) headed to York for a Blue Badge Bunch workshop. Every task we delivered was focused on disability, and we made some brilliant new connections through it.
• On Thursday, I went to Dan McKee’s gig in Stoke and did a 10-minute spot trying out some new material.

So yes — a very busy week… and my body is definitely telling me to rest.

But did I rest tonight?
Nope.

Tonight I went live on TikTok, building LEGO. And it was great! I didn’t quite finish what I planned because things kept breaking — but I’m not giving up. I’ll find adaptations to help me carry on.

Because that’s the thing — when you love something, you keep going.