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...

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...