Is it just me, or was I badly brought up? Either way, I think it's best to know your limitations; it’s easier on one’s fragile ego to just accept there are things you are painfully deficient at or in (whether it's your own fault or your faulty upbringing). Of course, you should pat yourself on … Continue reading 5 things I’m truly terrible at and it’s probably too late to start practising
My two daughters have turned 18 and 12 this month. It’s a fairly big milestone for both of them, and I thought as the month of July brought me my two gorgeous girls, it would be a nice time to pay homage to them. I’ve said this before in a previous blog a few years … Continue reading Children of a Lesser Adult
When it comes to food, I have been a very, very boring person for a very, very long time. My interest in nutrition (or my struggle with my behaviour towards food) has escalated since I wrote 'Food Bore' in 2016. Team this up with my enthusiasm for fitness, and I am excessively dull. People lose the will … Continue reading Food Bore (this time it’s personal) II
Now, I’m not telling you how to suck eggs, but from what I understand, ‘car boot sales’ or 'boot fairs' (if you're posh) are mainly a British phenomenon. The most similar thing you would find in the U.S. would be a flea market, I guess. In my country, people usually converge on some large … Continue reading Tables ‘o’ Crap!
This is a follow up to a post I did in 2015 – ‘Things that Make Me Go Boom’. And since this is me we’re talking about, there are too many things that drive me up the wall to be crammed into one blog, so I felt it time to do another. I had hoped … Continue reading Things that make me go (‘this is intensely irritating’) boom II
Well, I wasn’t supposed to be writing a blog this weekend (I mean, I was, but I couldn’t be arsed). And some may argue – quite rightly – that this isn’t really a blog post at all (if a blog is to be considered a thousand words or more, which it isn’t - it can … Continue reading We are the Champions, My Friends🏆
Hello, ‘tis I once more! ‘Who?’ I hear you cry. I know, you’ve almost forgotten me. You’ve almost (happily) deluded yourself into believing the only Adele you’ve ever heard of is the famous one who doesn't need a surname - like I do. But don't worry (you weren't worried), I’m still here! Just about. … Continue reading The First Two Months of Living Dangerously (Possibly the Last)