I've got a pedal bike. It's at the back of one my sheds. I was meant to sell it on Fleabay when I did my declutter Sadventure because I didn't use her, and I've got Fierce Fanny. Alas, I didn't. Fortunate too because last night I was instructed to cycle to Stratford upon Avon. As if my dodgy knee and my torn back muscles weren't enough, I'm now to get undercarriage strain... +++ I bought this dammed pedal bike back when I was having a pre-peri-menopausal moment of madness

Well, isn't it just the way. You casually mention that you're training for 0to50k (as you do), and then people chime in with 'Oh, you should try...' Apparently, Nordic walking is my latest 'should try'. +++ One week later and I've ordered some poles on the internet. Only muppet me saw the advert for Nordic poles and didn't read the blurb that said: Quantity = 1 +++ Two weeks later my second pole arrived in the most inappropriately sized box: +++ So I figured that I could dr

"You know how some people have a cleaning agenda?" she said. "No," I said. "Yeah, a total monthly blitzing of every nook and cranny of their house." I get an overwhelming sense of gratitude all of a sudden that I don't live in a mansion. I think I'm an average cleaner - my vacuum is used periodically, I wash my bed sheets once a week (ish) and I have a reasonably tidy home. At least, I think I do. I mean, I've seen hoarding programmes and been pretty certain I don't deser

I took Fierce Fanny to Scotland last year in order to find the most hilarious, rudest and downright odd place names for want of something better to do. A riot was had as I criss-crossed the highlands and islands seeking out Twatts, Bostadhs and Shags. As I was popping in to Northern Island this week, via Ireland, on Fierce Fanny I was tasked with finding out Ireland's equivalents. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you... Thankfully this wasn't a Sadventure: But I drove quickly t

I was tasked with visiting Thirsty Meeples - a cafe in Oxford where people play board games to their hearts' content. All I needed was a friend - duly found. "Just to warn you - I'm very competitive," she said. "No. I'm competitive," I replied. The battle lines were drawn - we'd clash on a Friday afternoon in the centre of Oxford. Sadly, not by quad - Fierce Fanny has developed an oil leak so she's at the gynaecologists again...so the car it was. It was quite a crusade to g