A year of Parkrun
May26

A year of Parkrun

A year ago last Saturday, my daughter and I did the thing we’d been intending to do for weeks or even months beforehand. We ran our first Parkrun. We just wanted to try it out. We had no big plans for it to become a weekly thing. We didn’t intend for the rest of our family to join us. We didn’t expect to get addicted. But we did. We started slowly at first, in all senses of the word. We ran slowly together and we...

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The year 7 revision
May25

The year 7 revision

As a teenager, I didn’t know how to revise. Nobody taught us back in those days. In fact, what I did was the exact opposite of what kids are taught today. I re-wrote my notes once. And then I read them. Endlessly. I would revise for hours on end – up to nine hours a day in three hour blocks as I approached my GCSEs or A Levels. Strangely, it worked for me and I came out with excellent results. But these days, schools...

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The swimming gala
May24

The swimming gala

My daughter is a pretty good swimmer, better than either of her brothers. She’s not amazing, she won’t break any records or set the world alight with her swimming, but she has beautiful technique and she’s reasonably fast. It’s two years since she finished swimming lessons and I never take her swimming (it’s just too cold and too wet), but remarkably she seems to have hung onto her skills. So she was...

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Being kind to myself
May23

Being kind to myself

It’s silly, I know, but when I took my first dose of antibiotic (Metronidazole) for my fast-deteriorating skin, I panicked a bit. I was frightened. Frightened of feeling sick and drained on the antibiotics and frightened of how bad my skin could get. My reflection was the reflection I’d stared at all last summer – bright red skin with the texture of sandpaper. Not a good look in anyone’s book. And I knew it...

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Silent Sunday 22.5.16
May22

Silent Sunday 22.5.16

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