This has been an unforgettable year. But for many 2016 will be remembered for all the wrong reasons.
I usually love Christmas. Only this year it has taken a little longer than usual. Buble was still played on December 1st, closely followed by Mariah, and Home Alone has been watched.
It has been a strange week where national news and local goings-on have ranged from the thoroughly depressing to the utterly enlightening.
Hands up if you have ever used your mobile phone while driving?
Regular readers to this column will know what a big sports fan I am, football in particular.
The figures are rather startling. An estimated 5,740 homes would have been built in Bury St Edmunds by the time we are celebrating the year 2031.
Births, marriages, first jobs, first loves – all key milestones that define us during our lives.
It might have been 22 years ago, but I don’t remember being too nervous picking up my GCSEs.
Today I want to talk about a craze. No, not Pokemon Go, which literally took over the Abbey Gardens the weekend before last.
Sometimes you get involved in a project that doesn’t quite live up to expectations.
I always try to remain positive and see the good in situations – something that is hopefully reflected in this fortnightly column.
I could write 450 words on how hooliganism has once again blotted the beautiful game.
How can someone not be encouraged by a headline that reads: “Sport England has £250m strategy to target inactivity”?
A year ago, I wrote about Robert Everitt in this very column.
We have been here before. Just two short years ago, I indulged myself in meeting strangers at lunch-time, posting several ‘wanted’ lists on Twitter and carefully placing packages in the post going off to all corners of the country.
I have been thinking about retirement a lot recently. Maybe not the normal kind when I should, I hope, have around 30 years of work left ahead of me and my business is still in its infancy.
It has been a pretty grim fortnight. Sometimes when I look for inspiration for this column, I will check out newspapers and websites, local, national and international.
I have been spending a lot of time working in and around schools recently. It is something I have become hugely interested in, especially with my youngest son starting an as-yet-unnamed primary school in September.
If bones creaking a little louder and my inability to join my sons in sliding on their knees in celebration wasn’t enough, the card screamed out the message loud and proud.
So this week, I found myself laying on a hospital floor performing a sort-of-sit-up before taking part in a race called ‘Robot, Squish’.