Eight years ago my sister and her then boyfriend offered me the spare room in their holiday apartment. I tagged along with them and a group of friends, how hard could mountain biking be after all? We can blame quite a lot on that holiday. My sister got engaged on a mountain side. Things took... Continue Reading →
Lesson ten: Balls are more important
Now we have an heir and a spare my husband is booked in for the chop chop op. It's pretty understandable to have some nerves ahead of any procedure but there is a lot of wittering going on about a knife going near his fun zone. If it's mentioned he gets nothing but sympathy from... Continue Reading →