Five And A Half Kilometres
After waking with a start at my other half’s alarm clock this morning, I scraped myself out of bed, pulled some shorts on, and wandered downstairs in search ...
After waking with a start at my other half’s alarm clock this morning, I scraped myself out of bed, pulled some shorts on, and wandered downstairs in search ...
It’s Sunday evening. The end of four days respite from work, and a return to relative normality in the morning. I will admit to having looked in quite some d...
I don’t really have anything to share today. I didn’t do, accomplish, watch, listen, or complete anything. I think sometimes we need nothing days - days when...
For the last several years I’ve become increasingly frustrated with both journalism, and people in general. I think perhaps the root of it comes from publish...
After confirming the last few days of the week off work, I hit the ground running this morning at home - pushing two loads of washing through the machine (it...
I woke up with a blocked nose and a headache this morning, looked out of the window at a world filled with rain, and decided that running can wait. Running i...
After not getting up in time to go for a run this morning (actually there is more to the story - the kitchen was wrecked, so I spent the first hour of the da...
I’m tired - properly tired - and it’s all my own fault.
The alarm clock went off at 6:45am, and a vague memory re-appeared in my head - something about waking up Miss 16, who had promised to go running with Miss 1...
It’s Sunday afternoon. I wonder at what point during the afternoon and evening it becomes the end of one week, and the beginning of another? Sensible people ...