Squeaky Clean

When I was a fully paid up member of that elite class of people known as The Ones With A Full-time Job, (catchy) the greatest perk was to allow myself the guilty pleasure of employing a cleaner. She only spent five hours a week mucking out our thirteen room hutch, but in that time she... Continue Reading →

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough

Actually, 1085 metres is quite high enough for me, as it turns out. Six months ago, in the throes of an ongoing early midlife crisis, I was inspired by a Facebook ad for Macmillan's Snowdon Moonlight Hike. Hey, when would I ever get another chance like that? I wondered. Having reconciled the whole lunatic idea... Continue Reading →

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