My new project arrived in a box last night. It’s a thing of beauty but is destined to cause cursing and consternation in the household. I’m not known for my mechanical skills but I am known for flitting from one project to the next...
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My enforced rest from running was initiated by a trip to a pub. Me and my good lady gathered around a couple of pints of Wandle, pulled out the Moleskin and jotted down a recovery plan to rid me of plantar fasciitis for good...
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I’ve spent a good proportion of the bank holiday reading about food and quite specifically how to eat food. I started with the seriously irritating Allen Carr and his Easyweigh to Lose Weight. I’ve read this once before and threw it out in disgust...
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I’ve been using The Stick ever since I suffered with a painful muscular injury to my hamstrings. It has a very simple design – a slightly flexible plastic stick around which a set of plastic spindles can independently rotate. It is these spindles that...
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The plot and the hedgerows are so productive at the moment. It seems about two months too early but the sloes are already plump and juicy. I’ve just had to polish of the last remaining drop of slow gin from last year so that...
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The enforced running respite has resulted in a very slight improvement to my plantar fasciitis pain so I’m motivated to keep up with the recommendations from my podiatrist. I’ve stuck to the stretches, swapped the running with cycling and been wearing the temporary insoles...
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It’s been an incredibly productive season. Today we bagged up 3 sacks of assorted spuds and loaded the car boot with beans galore. It all feels vaguely sinful. The freezer is bulging, I’ve cooked dishes to last a week, I have beetroot roasting for...
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When it came to packing for our honeymoon escape, Lynn made it abundantly clear that running gear would not be required. I don’t know if it’s my inherently sulky nature or my winning smile but as usual I got my own way and after...
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It’s my bithday soon and for a gift my mum wanted to send me off for dancing lessons – she’s worried I’m going to embarass her with the first dance at the wedding. I managed to persuade her that I was beyond redemption, wouldn’t...
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We set off in the direction of adventure and the uncharted waters of the eastern wedge of Mitcham Common. Unfortunately it didn’t prove to be entirely virgin territory and we had to endure quite substantial size-related abuse from the native youths walking their bull...
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