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...

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...

Many years ago, when running became a ‘thing’ for me, I decided to try and raise funds for Brathay Trust through (in part) writing this...

Three days to go. Three sleeps. 72 hours. Over a year to wait. Over a year to train. Except for the fact that I sort of didn’t, haven’t,...

Searching for human acknowledgement...

Diary Day 10 of the Brathay 10in10 (ten marathons in 10 days).

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...

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...

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...

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...

This year, everything I've prayed and asked 'Him' upstairs for, has been duly delivered, except for the 'Bread and Butter', as Bob...