On suspicious plastic bags
It was heavy for its size, and squidgy, in a crunchy sort of way, like a bag of damp sand..
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On life, post-Elimination…
So. It’s about time I wrote about what happened. I spent 4 weeks semi-religiously following The Rules, writing down what I ate and waiting for the magic moment when I felt full of energy and free from problems. I also spent an inordinate amount of time upsetting people with my presence. I’m not sure what […]
On bikes, breadbuns and guilty conciences
Once upon a time there was a little girl. She learned to ride a bike (slowly) and when she grew up she still liked cycling. That little girl was me. Now I’m a whole lot older, even if not that much bigger. When I started work, I lived in a house half an hour’s walk […]