Loyal reader, buckle up for an update on my cottage. Radio silence on this topic has been born out of sloth-like tendencies on the DIY front and there has been absolutely nothing to report. I have loved my cottage, lived in it and still view it as my sanctuary, but I have allowed myself to…
Tag: #mothers
Fat Chance
The last blog received the most beautiful responses (thank you) which allowed the FullMoon experience to linger much longer than the lactic acid and permitted The Chelsea Flower Show to take over when Oldest Friend (OF) and I grew tired of reminiscing about our sequinned pilgrimage. What surprised me more than completing the MoonWalk mileage…
Here I go again…
If only I had listened to Dolly Parton I might have kept my wits about me and not fallen back into an old romance with the cruel and relentless partner that isThe Marathon. But here he comes again …and here I go. I only have myself to blame. After pledging that you would never see…
Mum’s the word
Running along a Dorset coastal path this morning – Twixmas fog coaxing me dangerously close to not greeting in the New Year – I find myself ridiculously upbeat considering that I am dragging nearly two weeks’ of over-indulgence up a tricky incline and already regret entering Brighton Marathon 2025 in a rash moment of running…
Gluteal amnesia
In the weeks since saying goodbye to mum, I feel both the loss of my parent and the loss of my ally in the adoption of random health and fitness advice – gobbets of information that we accepted without science or reason. Because we were both so accepting of novel and unsubstantiated wellbeing advice, I…
Be ‘more mermaid’
One of the fruits of many, many years at Boot Camp is my membership of the BMF Ladies’ Book Club. We did not set out to make the club gender specific – the lads just never get their act together and ask us to join – and technically you do not have to go to…
DIY
Since my foray into the world of ultra marathon running (surely I mentioned this to you? Full disclosure can be found in my back catalogue) and a spectacular running fall brought about by tiredness and inappropriate foot wear for mud, I have spent the following weeks recovering and predicting that I may have the potential…
The Dragonfly Jar 