Fearlessly Attempting

This is likely to be a clunky post. It's the "Previously in Jay's 2019", the one that recaps where I've been so I can ...

The day I wrote my last blog post, Monday April 29th, was the day everything changed. It was the last day of Luke's teens. Miss B was ...

As Storm Ali turns my tree into a Whomping Willow, I'm hunkering down inside. The chimney and the window gaps are making spooky noises a...

11 years ago I committed a crime. Recently, I admitted it to someone I only via Twitter. Only she and my eldest knew what I'd done. Th...

Given how often we sang The Virtual Life here last year, you'd think I'd have made ramen before now. I mean, I LOVE ramen. Zach lov...

For my birthday this year Mark bought me six Cortunix Quail hens - 3 dark Japanese, 3 lighter and larger Italian. We spent much of the...

Lots of people require Slade.  There are those who tell me it must be Mariah Carey. I'm sure there are a classy few who insist on the Un...

Gone fishin' It's a cliche for doing nothing, sloping off, taking it easy.  And it's been an aspiration of mine for a-g-e-s ...

I was in for a cracking weekend. I'd planned it months ago. Registered for Rugby World Cup tickets, booked my Yarndale ticket, had al...

On the whole, I take a rather Dim View of big surprises.  I love anticipation - why remove so much of the fun of a situation by preventing s...

I'm sorry for the gap in posts. Sometimes I can't blog because I don't have the words or the positivity to tell you stuff. Other...

Have you heard Marcus Brigstock's show on Radio 4 in the 6:30 comedy slot? It's about people trying things that they've not done...