26 27 28 29 30 parkruns, 52 weeks. Easy, right?
Why is it called a belly button? There’s no button there is there? It’s more like a belly hole, or dent. Wifey suggested ‘belly crater’ which is my current favourite. I’ve been wracking my brain recently to think of a time in my life where my body has been free of any bruises, cuts or … Continue reading #22: Perth
In a blog post about #12: Springburn I made comment that I was somewhat navigationally challenged, and though I’d thought about Linwood, I’d eventually ducked out since I’d not had time to really research the route from the train station and it looked to be more complicated than a straight line from A to B. Though in … Continue reading #21: Linwood
20? Twenty? Really? Already?! Blimey. Hello lovely people, and thanks to those of you who haven’t gotten bored / annoyed with my barely intelligible ramblings thus far. For those of you that have and are just stubbornly sticking it out to find out how this sorry tale will end, well done. As in keeping with … Continue reading #20: Ganavan Sands
I had a haircut this week. I think most people have a haircut that they’ve decided on years ago, and then go see a barber / hairdresser on a fairly regular basis in order to maintain that same haircut. Personally, when that person with the scissors asks me what I want doing, I normally have … Continue reading #19: Victoria