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...

Well sort of, it's actually a little mouse and it's no longer loose. It has lain still, for several days, if not weeks, slowly decaying...

Someone once said, that if you stop challenging yourself you stop growing? Who knows? Two years ago, enticed by the advertising as the...

What's that phrase, poor preparation leads to p.p. performance? I know myself too well. Earlier in the week, I'd cleared my diary so I...

Searching for human acknowledgement...

The penultimate day! Pensive, almost proud, perhaps it's still possible, but, the pain! The quad has been rock-taped over night, I've...

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...

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

Phew! That was a tough day. Gosh! That was a really tough week. Aargh! That was a tricky month. What's that old adage? If you fail to...

This weekend was one of my oldest school friend's birthdays, he is significantly older than me and has now reached yet another milestone...

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...

Friday evenings, simply the best night of the week. A child of the 70s, the start of the weekend is vaguely remembered as being spent at...

I've been making soap these last few weeks. The first rule of ... is don't talk about … The second rule of … is you do not talk about...

Starting to feel like I've missed out. Last year about this time I was cock-a-hoop that I'd been accepted for another stab at the...

Now for some I appreciate this might be their idea of an idyllic day out but this is my little story about a day out on the bike. It’s...

The other night, just finishing my shift, I was approached by a superior saying that 'none of the bins in the department' had been...