I’ve been trying to improve myself from an early age. If I wasn’t trying to go up to the next level in Peter and Jane books, I was riding around cones for a cycling proficiency award, and perfecting my ‘backward roll to astride’ for my BAGA Award 3. That last one was a real strain on my capabilities because gymnastics is better when you don’t have the flexibility of a breeze block. Continue reading
A luxury hotel break is not luxurious unless they’re breaking out the big guns in the bathroom.
There are some things that mark me out as shallow as a puddle – and nowhere is that clearer than when we are talking premium toiletries on stays away from home. Continue reading
I turned down a doughnut today.
Put it in your diaries, because like Halley’s Comet, it is such a rare event, you’ll want to make a note of it. Scrap that, it’s best you give it equal billing and start a Bayeux style tapestry to mark it in silken thread. Continue reading
Weddings are quite the juggling act. When I planned mine, I felt as if I had a second job and every spare second counted. Continue reading
This thing we’ve got is alive…it seems 2 transcend the physical
It’s Summer 1988. Perms are in, everyone still thinks George Michael is straight, and I am in love. Continue reading
I’ve been running regularly for eighteen months, and it still surprises me. Before this stint, I was mainly sedentary with the odd gym-binge. Usually during a rare active phase, I managed 6 months at the treadmill before tailing off. Even when I got married I managed only 3 months of concentrated exercise. Continue reading
I had a reunion with an old friend last week.
If you’d stumbled on the scene, you’d have recognised the heaving sobs of reconciliation, and regret at not seeing each other earlier. Continue reading
Hello there. It’s always tricky kicking off a blog – how on earth do you introduce your ramblings to your Mum, and possibly a few people who were looking for Roo from Winnie the Pooh? Continue reading