Swimming: The sport of Satan….
The trips to the gym have continued and slowly but surely I have endeavoured to move from the cafe into a class, or from the sauna into using my swimsuit. Today, I tackled …
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Meeting a soulmate in the steamroom
I was sitting in the steam room today, happily pretending to myself that being at the gym was the same as going to the gym and I became embroiled in …
The benefits of being old and sensible…
The thing is, when you are a grown up, you get sensible, and with sensible often comes boring. Let me explain…. This week I left the family home at 2.55pm, …
The very best of friends…
Children… They are super little things, bringing so much pleasure and pain to each day. One moment you want to hold them forever, breath in their smell, immerse yourself in …
Eight years since a fear free fumble
It is the twins birthday this week, they are turning eight. For most of the week I will be patting myself on the back and toasting myself for managing to …