Five years this week since my mum, my world, my best friend died. I marked it with another tattoo that she probably would have hated, but for me, it symbolised who she was: a warrior. It also made me think about grief, and how workplaces still don’t get it.

In the UK, we’re given a week off. One week. As if grief runs to a timetable. But grief doesn’t end with the funeral, it lingers, crashes in waves, and shows up years later when you least expect it.

In this episode of My Little Rants, I talk about what the workplace gets wrong about grief, why it matters, and what needs to change if we really want to treat people like humans at work.