It isn’t talent. It’s boring, everyday skill

2 min quickie checking in and explaining where this bloggy shenanigan is headed

How my obese cat lost 2.5 kg (5.5 pounds)

Quick 5 min read about cat weight loss because my cat is healthier than me. You can laugh. *sniff* It’s funny.

5 min story about a dramatic phone call. Light-hearted, chilled rage.

5 minutes of descriptive prose of my new cat’s first week with me.

800 words of confused Olympic joy.

Quickie 2 min read about that dread you feel every Sunday evening.

8 min ramble about fitness goals, consistency and smugness and how none of it will last.

5 min read about weight fluctuations and the winter funk.

4 min read about normal things.

3 hours and four bleeding fingers later, I had a mask. It was… clumsy. And frayed. And wonky. But it was mine.

“We are writing in response to your recent decision to go for a run along the canal.”

There’s this gleam in his eye that could burn planets. I need to draw the line somewhere.

I played with my mute button to see if anyone noticed . They didn’t.

You might be thinking I’m having a bit of a moan. But I love interviews.

There’s something about that moment just after you end a job and have yet to start fully panicking about your next one.