Forty weeks into my sixtieth year. Only twelve weeks until I move into my seventh decade. A lot of numbers. And it is the numbers
A New Year. A time for resolutions and looking forward knowing that in a couple of weeks this year will feel very much the same
It’s over. The madness of pressie and food shopping. The celebration, the eating and, of course, the drinking. Christmas is done for another year. And
It has taken me a couple of days to get round to writing this blog. Life is so busy at the moment with work, training,
The end of a manic work week. Four cities visited. London, Birmingham, Glasgow and Newcastle, a good number of railway stations, two airports and two
If you are thinking of joining a gym but are worried what other gym goers will think of you be reassured. No one cares. Well
My blogging life has taken a bit of a dip due to my ongoing health issues. Four weeks on from spending a day in bed
Autumn. A month that many love due to the changing colours of the season, the promise of cosy evenings and, dare I say, Christmas. For
The world is a dangerous and uncertain place. But the panic and fury this week was nothing to do with Brexit, the Russian threat or
Tomorrow is the third anniversary of having my heart stopped and repaired. Time has passed quickly but at the same time it feels a lifetime