Janathon 30/31 – in which eventually I “get out of the bloody car”
Ginge has very kindly summarised day 30 with the following: “It was cold, I didn’t want to run but my mean husband made me cos if I didn’t I wouldn’t […]
Ginge has very kindly summarised day 30 with the following: “It was cold, I didn’t want to run but my mean husband made me cos if I didn’t I wouldn’t […]
I woke up this morning at 7:15, peeled my eyes open and felt quite alright. I lay there trying to work out whether this meant that I had managed to […]
Once a year, Ginge and I venture to Blackpool for a rugby dinner. Usually it is one night of fairly predictable (see Janathon 2011 for a full itinerary) but generally […]
Last night’s yoga class was one of those where I lose what little spatial awareness I have and I end up being rendered unable to differentiate between left or right, […]
There is indeed light at the end of the tunnel. It’s not just that we are now in the final week of this folly, but this as I set of […]