When you enter parliament, there are some issues you know will be universally felt, then there are others that are more niche and local. When I began contacting colleagues about some casework I’d been receiving about residential estate management companies, I thought
I moved to South Devon in 2007. Before then, I’d lived in Edinburgh, Sheffield, and London on and off for nearly two decades. Coming here 18 years ago was my first real experience of rural life, other than holidays, and in the
Twenty-two years ago, I became part of a club no-one wants to join: the young widows club. My husband, Nick, had died of oesophageal cancer, leaving me with an 18-month-old baby and a toddler. Not long after, I joined a support group