Here I still float, grinning on the crest of my son’s upgrade into the premier league – i.e. his marriage to my favourite daughter-in-law (FDIL) last weekend – but wondering how best to blog about the occasion without breaking any weddinquette boundaries. Admittedly I have lost my nerve. While I was contained enough to not…
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An Out Fit
A flurry of requests demand that I continue my weddinglogue series. Oh, ok, back in the real world my best friend asks how plans for my son’s wedding are going and I take this as a shameless nudge to write about myself again. I am more than happy to continue public service announcements for any…
DNF
I promise that this running story differs from my usual sanctimonious smuggery. Stick with me and you may even detect some humility. My latest marathon was a first but in the wrong way; there was no Finisher’s t-shirt or medal on account of my failure to complete the course. The only thing that I acquired…
Spectator sport
It would not be marathon season without a blog on long distance running from your’s truly. The game changer is that I have discovered a new strand to my marathon training schedule: Spectating. I am late to yet another party and I do wish someone had shared this wisdom with me earlier. I have some…
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 