Reading time: 3 mins I blame my Dad. He was a P.E. teacher so I guess it’s understandable, and natural, that his job seeped into his home life and gave me a love of sport. Correction, a love of watching sport. My earliest memories are rugby, likely the Five Nations, with cricket and Formula 1 a close second (the…
Reading time: 2 mins I wrote on love the other day and I guess I’ve been lucky that my life has been filled with people who love me as much as I love them. Of course it wasn’t always so and there were some very angsty teenage years where I confused the emotions when I had a crush on…
Reading time: 2 mins I can remember the jeering, the cajoling and the pushing, a cacophony of noise and blurs as we got pushed together in the long grass. I can’t see the faces but I know I recognised most of them, I was first to get to the agreed place and then all of a sudden more faces…
Reading time: 2 mins It is rightly hard to put into words. It can be raw, deep, and fleeting, all at the same time. It can bring comfort, joy, security, and a sense of quiet peace to your life. It doesn’t matter where it comes from, and I’ve found it best not to question it too strongly. And no,…
Reading time: 2 mins Our two dogs have a number of chew toys. Occasionally we will buy them something nicer, an antler perhaps, to chew on. Their breed does a lot of chewing and they have powerful jaws so antlers are the choice du jour. There are two dogs, so we buy two small antler (parts, it’s not a…
Reading time: 3 mins Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999, sang Prince. Which would mean ditching our smartphones, not playing Crazy in Love, or Uptown Funk, and I’m not even sure I want to contemplate the fashion choices we’d be subjecting ourself to once more. I bought the single, 1999, when it came out. It wasn’t my first…