Doing the best that I can, at writing, running and living
On the shortest morning of the shortest day, we are cooped up inside while the wind buffets and the rain scatterguns our window. Our neighbour’s whomping willow is whipping itself into a frenzy. I feel for kids and commuters, having to brave these storms to reach their destinations. For the posties tramping along the streets… Continue reading A&E – Part Two
When Anne told the nurse that we decided against coming in at half past ten on a Friday night, she laughed and replied that we’d made the right call. This was at the end of two and a half hours of: waiting; triage; x-ray; and then a little more waiting. It was an interesting array… Continue reading Saturday Morning in A&E
I’ve been to my dad’s a few times recently and obviously brought my running gear. And I’ve realised that I’ve already created a default route. I want to say that I’m one of those free, devil-may-care runners who, one day may go left and the next, right, and meander through new avenues and paths, always… Continue reading Dads and Dogs
