Last year, I did a Bad Thing. It started as a Good Thing, but like so many Good Things, it ended badly: I set the wrong programme on the washing machine. Now, I am the washer, dryer and putter-away of washing in our house. I change the beds, pair the socks and fold the pants. …
Since I came off the bike last week, I’ve been very sore. Shaken and stirred. The timing has been bad. The Easter break is hardly finished, and let’s face it, getting injured or sick after the holidays is such a cliché; it’s like saying ‘the cheque’s in the post’. Yeah, right. And because it’s a …