Don't say you didn't think this one was coming. Especially not after an extensive blog post about how I track all the swimming I do. Yes, it's every swimming pool I've been in since 2015! Well, in London anyway.
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On Monday 6 April 2015 I went swimming. I swam 70 lengths, in a 25m pool. Later that week I went another three times, and swam an additional 180 lengths. In total I swam a distance 6.25km. How do I know? Well...
It's not a phrase I have come across very much in my life. At least, not spelt out like that. According to Google's Ngram viewer, usage peaked in the 1920s. Perhaps everyone exclaimed it whilst doing the Charleston or something. I came across it many years later, in a series of Grange Hill novels stocked in my high school library. Books with stories of Ziggy and Whammo and loads of other characters who had long gone from the TV screen. But which I read anyway. And on every page there seemed to be someone whining "Oh Gawd", "Good Gawd", or perhaps just "Gawd!"
When I decided to start blogging again, I had to make a decision. Should I start a new blog and leave my old one where it was? Or should I restart the old one?
Published on 27 March 2019 in Life
In 2013, I shuttered my blog. Well, okay, it went into indefinite hiatus. I decided to call it a day. So why am I restarting it?
Always say thank you. It's nice.
As you may know, I've published some e-books. Well recently a friend asked me what options there were to do it. So I laid them out for them. And then I thought I'd share it with you all. Because, well, why not?
We're making great strides towards gender equality in many areas, but sometimes it's the little things that show us just how far we've still got to go.
Having decided between a off road jeep or a sports car (I wonder which of those environmentally friendly options Bill Oddie uses on his own bird watching adventures) you drive around the board between different habitats in order to spot different birds.
Earlier this year I was in the Lake District, climbing Black Fell. And at the top of the hill was a trig point. Attached to that trig point was a sign. A sign with a logo. The National Trust logo.