Wash Day Blues

Hello, dear reader!

And how’s the weather where you are?

Here in (not so) sunny West Yorkshire, we’re suffering our second major storm in the same number of weeks.

Which is nice.

The garden furniture (such as it is) looks like it’s been arranged by a set of angry toddlers who’ve been at the blue sweets, the howling wind and driving rain have been loud enough to give us several interrupted night’s sleep, and going much of anywhere feels like some dire, post -apocalyptic quest. At least we had the foresight to lose a fence panel before the current weather hit, though. We’re nothing if not proactive.

Not that any of that has anything to do with today’s blog post.

Dogleg

Hello, dear reader!

And, as those of you who have the somewhat dubious pleasure of following these inane ramblings might expect, welcome to a blog post all about fitness.

Yes, the last couple of weeks has seen me muse about New Year aims and goals (not resolutions, which I think are self-defeating), and set out a few of these in regard to my own health and a landmark birthday that is on the fast approaching horizon. So, it only seems natural that, this week, we continue with that theme

Although, perhaps, not in the way you were thinking.

Honest!

Hello, dear reader!

It has, on occasion, been mentioned that I can be a tad repetitive in my musings on life. I put this down to the heady, roller-coaster ride of day to day existence throwing up similar if not identical issues to navigate my way through than any lack of inspiration but, then again, your mileage may vary.

And so, that being said, it’s that time of year when I look back at last week’s New Year aims and ambitions and document the start I’ve made.

You know, like last year.

The Aim Game

Hello, dear reader!

And a happy new year, one and all!

As is the norm at this time of change and renewal, I intend to spend a little time reflecting on the year just gone, and a little time exploring the possibilities of the one to come, because, you see, the dust has just about settled on 2023. 

It was a year of quite significant change for myself and, especially, for my wúnderwifey, Tina. A year that included the wonderful, exciting chance for Tina to spread her wings and re-enter the world of gainful, and rewarding employment in a role she is ideally suited for (once a certain former employer get’s its thumb out of its posterior and sends her references in).