And I miss youLike the deserts miss the rainAnd I miss youLike the deserts miss the rain ‘Missing’Everything But The Girl Quite a number of news reports about the weather these days will include some statement along the lines of ‘this is the hottest Summer on record’ or something similar. The more worrying aspect of … More Parched
After the deluge that was Lock up the Year, 2025 began with some fine, frosty weather, as was predicted. The polar air mass that gave us this clear and sharp few days then bumped into a warm air mass moving up from the south-west, and all hell broke loose… well, from a meteorological viewpoint, anyway. … More Snow Day
I can’t say I’ll really miss 2024. The feeling is mutual with my better half. That said, I guess one should never wish time away. Shit happens, and we just muddle through it the best we can. Some days there is more shit, and a lot of muddling to be done. Actually, I think, as … More Locking up the year…
The above picture is a cunning segue from the end of the last post. Can you see it? No. Can you be arsed to work it out? Also no. It’s okay. I’ll tell you. Just as a by the by, this is not actually a lake; it’s a flooded meadow – a deliberate act by … More Your pain cave
There is not much to report from unironedmanland. Although, on the plus side, there has been some progress in terms of rehab. I am happy to report that I can now put on both shoes AND socks without the aid of another human being. It’s a form of elevated/single leg squat/lunge that I think I … More Pootling
My running rehab continues. Yesterday, Mark dragged me out of bed (albeit by text message, suggesting we go for a run), and we managed about 4 miles in the local park. Neither of us were feeling particularly feisty, but it’s always good to get out. No hot chocolate, alas, to bookend the activity, as I … More Mountains between us
Now it turns out the joke’s on me, ‘coz a tapir’s top speed is 30 miles per hour, and for that, I’d have to be dropped out of a plane. I might hit it on the bike for a few seconds, going downhill. But whatever. At this stage, the poor joke is already dead (see: … More Taper? Tapir, more like…
It was time, my friends. After two years of Covid shoes, I needed to get into a decent shop and treat my feet to some love. With all that’s going on in the world right now, it seems somewhat churlish to be splashing out cash on such luxuries. And there’s no way around it; no … More Ash, the shoe whisperer…
IN WHICH WE HAVE A LITTLE DIP (AND NOT THE CELERY AND HUMMUS KIND), CONTINUE WITH PLANS FOR THE MARATHON, AND GET BACK ON TRACK Life is what happens when you are busy making plans, to paraphrase the great John Lennon. This week had that sort of vibe. In fairness, nothing extraordinary, and sometimes, that’s … More That’s life
IN WHICH WE MAKE PLANS, BECAUSE AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S GOOD TO HAVE A PLAN, AND ALSO, IT’S A ROUTINE FEATURE OF LIFE ON THIS PLANET THAT EVERY PLAN YOU EVER MAKE IS SUBJECT TO TERMS AND CONDITIONS (OR THE ‘PUNCH IN THE FACE’ THEORY, ACCORDING TO MIKE TYSON…) Let’s get to … More Tales of the unexpected
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