Buried Treasure

It’s a sweltering August bank holiday weekend, and I am pottering in the garden. Really, I don’t know what to do with myself. It’s too hot, and I’m trying to keep busy while saving energy for tomorrow’s Severn Bridge 10k. I decide to harvest (being always optimistic) the black bin bag of potatoes. Back inContinue reading “Buried Treasure”

Festive food choices

It’s the last weekend before Christmas, and I’m doing okay. I’m exercising, and I’m happy with what I’m eating. I’m not going to say I’m ‘being good’, because I believe phrases like that are a huge part of the problem. Food is food, it should not be given moral value. Expressions such as being good,Continue reading “Festive food choices”