lundy projects ltd

Sarah felt it the moment her alarm buzzed at 6:30 AM. Not tiredness exactly, but something heavier. Her phone screen lit up with seventeen notifications before her feet even touched the floor. Text messages, news alerts, work emails that somehow couldn’t wait until she’d had her first cup of coffee. By the time she reached … Read more

Sarah stared at her phone screen, finger hovering over the “Complete Purchase” button. It was 11:47 PM, and she was about to spend $89 on a skincare set she’d discovered through a targeted Instagram ad. The discount timer showed 3 hours remaining, and her cart was one click away from checkout. She paused for just … Read more

Sarah stared at her kitchen counter at 8:30 PM, exhausted from another twelve-hour workday. The takeout menus scattered near her phone seemed to whisper promises of quick relief, but something made her pause. Maybe it was the memory of her grandmother’s simple dinners, or just the need to feel grounded after a chaotic day. Instead … Read more

Sarah was rushing between meetings again, her mind still spinning from the budget discussion that went over by twenty minutes. She burst through the conference room door where her team was waiting, laptop bag catching on the handle, coffee sloshing slightly in her travel mug. Before she even sat down, she could feel the room … Read more

Sarah closed her laptop after what felt like the most uncomfortable Zoom call of her career. Her manager had questioned every decision she’d made on the project, his tone sharp enough to cut glass. But she’d handled it professionally, nodded at the right moments, even managed a smile when signing off. “That’s done,” she told … Read more

Margaret stared at the pickle jar in her kitchen, feeling a familiar wave of frustration wash over her. Just six months after her 66th birthday, what used to be a simple twist of the wrist had become a genuine struggle. The jar seemed to mock her from the counter, its lid refusing to budge despite … Read more

Last spring, I stood in my garden with a smug smile, admiring the clear sky and gentle sunshine. I’d watered everything the day before, so my plants should have been happy. But by noon, my tomato leaves were curling like disappointed hands, and my basil looked like it was pouting. The lettuce had that unmistakable … Read more

Sarah stared at her bathroom floor and felt her heart sink. She’d spent the entire weekend deep-cleaning her house for her mother-in-law’s visit, scrubbing every surface until it gleamed. The white tiles sparkled like new, but those thin lines between them told a different story entirely. What used to be crisp white grout now looked … Read more

Sarah stared at her reflection in the salon mirror, enduring the familiar ritual she’d repeated every six weeks for fifteen years. The ammonia fumes burned her eyes as the stylist applied yet another coat of dark brown dye to cover her increasingly stubborn grey roots. At 48, she felt trapped in an endless cycle of … Read more

Last Sunday, I stood in my bathroom holding a grimy sponge, wondering how this space had become such a disaster zone again. The mirror was speckled with toothpaste dots, the shower door looked like it hadn’t seen a squeegee in weeks, and that mysterious ring around the toilet base seemed to mock my weekend cleaning … Read more