It’s cold, really cold. So cold the air is hard. The puddles are frozen solid. I’ve just got shorts on, trainers, a t-shirt and a light jacket. It’s 6 in the morning, it’s still dark and I’m running down the high street. I must be mad. There’s one thing I keep telling myself over and
What are your plans for 2017?
(yes, I do write mostly sitting on the bed. Banjo the cat is usually sitting with me. He’s an old fellow now and the bedroom is a safe haven for us both, especially while the kids – 7 and 3 – are off school!) What have you got planned this year? This year, at the