Two and a half weeks ago, on Saturday January 25, Dad passed a mild dose of the 'flu to me. He passed a much worse version to Mum, that put her in bed for two days and meant she had to take an entire week off to get over the worst of it. It meant… Continue reading In Which Tracy Goes Home
I can't remember how Mum and I got to talking about it, but it came up that I'd actually never been to Loch Lomond before. When I was younger, we went walking and climbed up Duncryne Hill (aka The Dumpling), which I thought I'd mentioned before, but that was apparently only in a comment on… Continue reading In Which Tracy Takes The Very, Very High Road
So, The Fat Girl's Guide To Running has set up us the bomb challenge (sentence structure intentional): One Big FAT Run. It takes place this Sunday (29th September), so you've plenty of time to pledge your involvement. When I mentioned that I was walking a 5k to my Dad, he said that he'd go out… Continue reading In Which Fatso And Her Dad Take A Wee Walk
If you’ve taken part in Friend Makin' Monday (FMM) then you know the rules. If you’re new, please take a moment to answer this week’s question on your own blog then add your link in the comments section at: www.alltheweigh.com so we can all see your FMM questions and answers. Please invite your blog readers… Continue reading Friend Makin’ Mondays: Ten Things That Make Me Happy
I swear, I've been trying to get Mum and Dad to take me to Strathclyde Park for about two years now (always in summer, because who wants to go to the beach [well, it's sort of a beach... kind of.] in winter? In Scotland, anyway) and it's damned near impossible to get them both off on the same day, and both wanting to leave the house.