This morning, the sun was shining for the first time in a few days. It was still a little chilly but the sky was blue and the wind had died down. I had to walk the dogs anyway, so I decided to make the most of the weather and walk up to Libby’s favourite park. It’s a bit of a trek to this particular park, mostly uphill on the way there but it’s a beautiful scenic route, the dogs and I get some exercise and Libby gets to go on the swings. Everyone’s a winner. My sister came to join us…

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A couple of days ago, I was chatting with my sister about motivation for running. My sister is lucky enough to be young and beautiful with a fabulous figure, so she really doesn’t need to run for any aesthetic reasons and she was saying how she struggles to motivate herself to stick to going out running. To be honest I can’t say I blame her. If I didn’t have a reason to run then I’d never go, especially on evenings like yesterday when it was sub zero outside and I had to work until gone midnight to make up the…

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I had to take our little old cat Simba to the vets this morning. She seemed so poorly yesterday, hardly moving from her bed so I thought that I might be coming home without her. Luckily this morning, she has bucked up a bit and is back to bossing me around and demanding food and milk. So instead of an empty cat basket, I’ve come home with new insight into the world of the domestic cat… and an air freshener! Simba was a rescue cat about 10 years ago. We were told that she was 3 years old, but it turned…

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Today we decided to go for a walk across the hills rather than going out for lunch. Libby was bundled into the sturdy new baby rucksack that my husband recently bought for her, hoisted onto his back and off we went. For the first 45 minutes, she loved being in the rucksack. Lots of giggles and looking around, but then I think she got a bit chilly despite her snowsuit, hat and mittens. Cue grizzling, grumbling and then floods of tears. Luckily I’d packed my trusty mei tai into her rucksack, so out she came and into the mei tai in…

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