Football: Coach’s Player of the Season
Apr30

Football: Coach’s Player of the Season

My younger son is a good footballer. Not an amazing footballer. He won’t be playing for Man Utd (or Cheltenham Town) any day son, but he’s a good footballer. He’s strong and fast and reads the game well. This season, he’s come out of defence (where he was good, but never really wanted to be) and has become a striker. He’s scored 20 goals this season, making him his team’s equal top scorer and the...

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My skin turns to sh*t
Apr29

My skin turns to sh*t

After my skin spiralled out of control earlier this year, it HAD to get better. There was no other option. I literally couldn’t carry on as I was. Couldn’t face the world. So the dermatologist put me on some hardcore antibiotics and told me I would never go back on Roaccutane. I started to see improvements. Fast. I also felt dreadful. I was supposed to take them three times a day for a week, but I couldn’t function...

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The Three (Two) Peaks
Apr28

The Three (Two) Peaks

Ever since my eldest first climbed Snowdon a couple of years ago, there’s been an itch he’s needed to scratch. He’s wanted to go one better. He’s wanted to do the Three Peaks. My husband is one of those people who agrees to things, however crazy or extravagant, without thinking through the implications. My son is one of those people who remembers everything which has been mentioned or agreed to, whether or not...

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The cheese issue
Apr27

The cheese issue

Earlier this year, when my bad skin was spiralling out of control, my husband heard an item on the radio about acne. My husband rarely listens to news items and phone-ins on the radio – he listens to sport or music – but this drew him in and he started listening. A lady in her 70s called in. She’d had acne all her life and it was only at the age of 70 she’d discovered she had an allergy to dairy. She gave it up...

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Silent Sunday 26.4.15
Apr26

Silent Sunday 26.4.15

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