Urghh! Aargh! Yukk! My daily chore, twice, sometimes three times a day. Who likes sticking their hand in a plastic bag and wrapping...

A few weeks ago, the teenager and I had a blow out. A real bluey. A shouting match, which neither won. About what? Well, on the...

Doesn't everybody have an Aunty Dot or at the very least know an Aunty Dot? I bet she got invited to the wedding? Most month's on waking...

Searching for human acknowledgement...

STEPS! It's time to begin, now count it in, 5, 6, 7, 8. No, no, no! Not those Steps. Hopefully, the thirteen colleagues I'm sharing...

When I decided to re-enter the 10in10, I was working full time as a self employed driving instructor. One of the ideas I had when I was...

Chatting to myself

For the last three years, the Children and I have visited the Georgian Theatre in Richmond, North Yorkshire. Each one of us looks...

Yet another example of how not to prepare for or even run a marathon. Sometimes, I shake my head and wonder when will I ever learn? ...

I'm famous again? Or rather not. You, could tell it was my ugly mug (at a distance) on BBC Wales. Able to find myself just because of...

Free 'health' check for my car today through the RAC, jolly nice of them, thought I. Dropped my car off at the garage and then took the...

The Yorkshire Marathon. What a brilliant turn out in the town and the villages. What fantastic organisation and support. Drumming...

Sitting in traffic this morning. Going nowhere fast. The car adjacent, big, white BMW, the driver, elegant, hair styled, suit pressed...

There's an unforgiving honesty in this game and as much as anyone loves or hates it, it really is a contest of skill. I looked up game...

In the name of the father, son... Bathed in sunshine we were last year, even in 2017 when I did the Windermere Marathon the weather was...