Lets go and look at the bluebells in Wanstead, I said on Sunday. My enthusiastic suggestion was met with little more than a grunt from

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
Lets go and look at the bluebells in Wanstead, I said on Sunday. My enthusiastic suggestion was met with little more than a grunt from
Running, I’m going to do lots of running in 2017. I’ll also go to the gym more, eat less, and spend less time in the
Summer has finally lost its fight with the cold, the hands of winter have taken summer by the shoulders and are gently pushing it out
As hard as it is to believe, sometimes, on very rare occasions, it doesn’t rain. The dark foreboding clouds turn a slightly less threatening shade
That’s it, the festive season is over and the mince pies have allĀ been munched. Christmas has been wrapped in old newspaper, stuffed in to carrier