Good legs

If you expect a running blog from me on London Marathon weekend I will not disappoint. I enter dangerous territory with an editorial decision to compare two wheels with my preference for two legs. If you should ever hear me express an interest in swimming, please shut this careless talk down immediately. I have whanged…

Otherwise engaged

If I have one complaint about grown up ‘kids’, it is that they sometimes take their time providing me with a shameless excuse to giggle hysterically and leak happy mother tears simultaneously. Some may call their approach selfish but because my children are practically perfect in every way I defend them with the excuse that…

A slow burner

Phew. I have just completed a quiz in a national newspaper, the results of which promise to tell me if I have mid-life burn out. It turns out that I do not. In fact I scored only 18 out of 75 which may mean that I am a liar, but also earns me the encouraging…