Messy-ness · Why I run

On a small black cat who likes yoga

If you’re lucky enough to have had any contact with me in times a-recent, you’ll be aware of the existence of Bees, my (and Harry’s) cat. Bees is a musically trilling firework; a manic pixie dream boy; a veritable teenage mutant bat cat; our significant shadow tabby. Bees is, quite frankly, a magnificent beast. And… Continue reading On a small black cat who likes yoga

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Messy-ness · Training and motivation

Get Up Offa That Thing! (beating the racer snakes)

Hello folks. Today I've officially been having a Day Off, and not because I am poorly, but because I can! It's delightful. Harry being his teachery good self, his time in terms, while I, being wayward scribbler (of sorts), means I've spent the day Han Solo. It's a funny, reflexive thing when you're not used to spending time… Continue reading Get Up Offa That Thing! (beating the racer snakes)

Messy-ness

What to do when it rains in Scotland? (Ahhhhhhhhh Barry Manilow)

How's this for an oxymoron: Harry and I are on a summer Scotland expedition! You heard me right. We've split it between Edinburgh and the bonnie Isle of Arran. Translation: we have between us half a pair of trousers and two shoes still dry. Intepretation: We are currently sheltering in 'PHT', one of our locals,… Continue reading What to do when it rains in Scotland? (Ahhhhhhhhh Barry Manilow)