Lottie James writes from the rubble of childhood memories, dodgy relationships, office politics, and a deep-seated urge to fix everyone but herself. Until now.
Part memoir, part mayhem, her work explores what happens when you stop avoiding your own story. Whether she’s tackling grief, chin hairs, or why emotional neglect hits harder at the school gates, Lottie serves it straight, with a side of sarcasm and the occasional tea spill.
Why ‘Thirty Something Plus VAT’?
Because she’s just a 30 something…ok, fine, plus a bit of VAT. That little extra tax life adds on when you think you’ve got it all figured out, and then your knees click getting out of bed. It’s the grey hairs, the existential dread, the emotional admin, and the humour that gets you through it.
This blog is for anyone who feels like they should have their life together by now… but still googles how to boil an egg sometimes.
Thirty Something Plus VAT 