Some people have a signature dish. Crumble. Fish pie. Maybe they make a mean toad-in-the-hole. Others are famed for their obsession with football or, for my international readers, perhaps that thing they do in America where they run around a football field not calling it football, dressed in a cage, wearing black eye make up.
Me? I’m getting pretty brilliant at herniating discs in my back. I’m 33 years old and I’ve just done it for the third time. It’s not big and it’s not clever. It’s chronically painful and anyone who has never had a bad back can just bugger off right now because they have no idea how much pain I
am in would be in if I wasn’t dosed up on so many fantastic drugs that I rattle. Continue reading
I decided to call this post the Highway to Heaven because, seriously, I drove on a road and stopped at a service station so fine that it was heavenly. Not that I believe in heaven. But I do believe in service stations. Continue reading
For the third leg of Gaz and Kim’s Excellent Adventure, we were beginning to feel a little spent. Which is strange, because I haven’t had a break in a year and I really needed one, and yet by week three I was thinking of all the things I was looking forward to back home.
My own bed, my quartet of stupid chickens, my home grown tomatoes, even the ones with gout, or whatever it was that was wrong with them. I missed my gym sessions and my healthy diet, which had gone out the window on week two of the trip, whereupon I’d mostly resorted to a daily diet of coffee and salt and vinegar crisps. Continue reading
As we left Keswick in the Lake District, we were feeling pretty smug. We were only four days in and confident we’d seen the most beautiful scenes the UK had to offer. We’d been up a mountain, we’d taken pretty pictures of ducks on lakes. What more could one ask?
Then we crossed the border to bonnie Scotland. Continue reading
Turns out this little isle of ours, you know, the Great British one, is bloody beautiful. I sort of knew that, as I live near an alright hill and I’ve cycled round the Isle of Wight. I know there are beauty hot spots. But I’ve never really ‘done’ Britain, certainly not up t’north.
My friend Hannah is from Leicester and she’s always laughing in my face at how bad my geography is once you get north of, well, Bristol. She moved to Sheffield. I presumed that was next to Glasgow – they’re all just sort of next to each other, once you get up north, aren’t they? Continue reading
As my regular reader will know, we bought a house last summer. It’s all very exciting – no longer some carefree yoofs who go to festivals, on holidays and weekends away, what with all the money we used to have when we paid £700 rent a month. Between two.
No, now we’re grown ups! Hurrah! We have a massive mortgage, we’ve dealt with a leaking roof, 400 year old insulation crumbling into our bedroom, mice infestations, spider infestations, land disputes, cracked gutters and broken chimneys. Continue reading