Holidays are funny things. Up until the last few moments before we set off to the airport, it’s all lettuce leaves, fifteen mile runs and  seven gallons of water an hour. Yet as soon as we’ve gone through customs, we all seem to go hell for leather on the beer and burgers,… View Post

Once upon a time, I was a very, very active young girl. I danced four times a week, participating in competitions and exams; I was a part of Rothwell ‘E’ Group swimming club, training four times a week; I attended ice skating lessons; and I was also part of local tennis, badminton,… View Post