When I was a child, I dreamt I could fly. I mean, properly fly. I dreamt I had huge, white, feathery wings and my dreams were so vivid I’d wake up with the feeling that I’d been soaring through the air all night. An incident at work yesterday, thirty five years on, […]
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John Lewis – Westfield Stratford
Aaaaah … Saturdays. I love Saturdays. Now I’m working in an office again, Saturdays are never particularly exciting but they are my day to do with as I wish. I normally catch up on housework (way exciting,) I might go to the gym (or I might not,) I invariably go back to my […]
Nobody Puts Rastamouse In The Corner!
Yesterday was a day of firsts. I ate my first oyster, which, thankfully, was covered in batter and deep fried (everything tastes better fried – this is a true fact,) and, contrary to popular belief, it was also my first time in a Penthouse … but more of that later. I left home at 8.30am, […]
Race For Life: Training Resumes
I’m pleased to report that this week’s training for Race For Life video doesn’t come from the café this week ….. instead, from the mean streets of Medway. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8xWeM4Fuv1g So … how did I manage to finally get my booty of the sofa and go running? Couple of things happened this week that spurred […]
Me Tortoise, You Hare
I haven’t exercised for a week. OK, two weeks. Alright, alright! Three! Jeez! But, you see, it wasn’t my fault. No really, it wasn’t. I’ve had a chest infection for two weeks and then the black hole that is Half Term happened when life transfers to a parallel universe – one of parks, baking, lego, […]
My Audition for The Apprentice
Typically viewed from behind the safe confines of a cushion, the new series of The Apprentice was as cringeworthy as I expected it to be. Testosterone was flying in all directions (from both camps,) and thankfully, at least on this occasion, the right candidate got fired. I have always enjoyed this programme but for the […]
Sunday afternoons with Dad
As the countdown to my fortieth birthday rapidly (and regrettably) continues, my yearning for nostalgia continues. As a family, we try to spend as much time outdoors as the English weather will allow (and even when it doesn’t) as many of my childhood memories are of going on mini adventures with my Dad. Sundays […]
1982
1982 was a good year. I got served in a pub, I dyed my hair burgandy and blonde and I made the school’s netball team. It was also the year that I learnt to drive. As a child, I was lucky enough to live in a house that my dad built (his name’s […]