I sent around the links to this video on social media, but neglected to do so here. Here I am, a couple of weekends ago, getting ice ‘dunked’ as promised after the marathon. (You might have to click through to see it.) Except, technically, this isn’t the same link as the first one I circulated….
Adam is away visiting his sick mother this week. The kids and I are here, performing our usual daily tasks – routines so often provide a kind of buffer or safety zone, at least until someone hits peak tiredness and snaps. A thoughtless remark or stinging comeback can let out the positivity in a…
Perhaps the alternative title of this post should be ‘How I trained for a marathon’. I’m the first to admit I’m hardly the perfect example of what excellence looks like. I only did three runs a week when many other people do four, or even five. However, I got there in the end. A few…
What you see here is the remaining 400ml of the barium swallow I had to drink before undergoing a CT Scan two weeks ago. Ideally, you’re supposed to gulp down the lot, but – trust me – that’s a lot easier in theory than reality. It’s part-orange, part-chalk, part-soup. However, seeing as it was full…
If you’ve been watching the calendar as closely as I have, you perhaps will already have noticed that we’ve passed the halfway mark of winter. Of course anyone who lives here, or further south, knows that is absolute bollocks. The weather doesn’t significantly improve until October. In my head, I think of winter as ‘the…
The winter blues are real, so very real. At least they are to me, I’m not sure how you guys feel. If you’re suffering a dose of it right now, or could do with a general ‘pick me up’ then here are some suggestions for what I do to try to beat them back. I’ve…
photo taken: 10.45am, fifteen minutes ago. Gastro is passing through our region like a horrible, vomit-strewn nightmare. Riley got a little dose last week, but nothing like what Keira and I copped on Sunday. We’re still in bed today, see? (Although, by her eating cake, you can tell things are on the mend. I’m sure Marie…
I started writing this post back last August. I’d just bought and read Sarah Wilson’s I Quit Sugar and, spurred on by the listlessness I was experiencing (as well as a dose of curiosity), I decided to take the challenge. A magnificent misjudgement of timing saw me quitting sugar right before my period was due, and if…
The following image was on Facebook a few months ago. It was re-posted or liked by a couple of my friends. They thought it was amusing. I did not. Am I saying it’s not funny? No, humour is subjective, after all. To deny or decry someone being able to find it amusing is not my…
