Travel has this magical way of shaking the dust off your brain. One minute you’re staring at your own navel, the next you’re wide‑eyed, curious, and remembering there’s a whole world out there that doesn’t revolve around your to‑do list. When I was a teenager, I was obsessed with Reader’s Digest—mainly the humour pages. I clipped the best bits and glued them into a scrapbook like some people collect stamps. Eventually my business Filofax became the grown‑up version: part diary, part comedy notebook, part “what on earth just happened on that fam trip” log. One day, a few colleagues got hold of it. They decided my observations were far too funny to stay hidden in the leather binder. Their laughter ended up nudging me into a sales manager role… which then opened the door to becoming the UK director for a major travel consortium. All from a Filofax full of travel‑fuelled nonsense. Proof that in this industry, curiosity—and a good sense of humour—can take you a very long way.