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 Strictly 2026 Week Zero Strictly is back, although this year it feels a little bit like somebody has moved all the furniture around while we weren’t looking. There are new presenters, new professional dancers, a largely unfamiliar celebrity line-up and, for us, no weekly WTF Strictly podcast . Vi and I have other commitments this year and we always said we would keep recording for as long as it was enjoyable and manageable.  I still need somewhere to put all my Strictly opinions though, so here we are. Welcome to Week Zero, aka Launch Night. The biggest change is obviously the new presenting team. Emma Willis was always one of my favourites for the job, along with Zoe Ball. I still wish Zoe had got it, but Emma immediately looked as though she belonged there. She was comfortable in the studio, good in the rehearsal room and generally gave the impression that, whatever happened around her, she had it covered. Johannes already knows the programme and everybody involved in it, s...

Earlier this year, I planted some sunflower seeds and then promptly forgot about them. By the time I remembered, they had grown to around two feet tall and were all crammed together in one pot. I decided the sensible thing to do would be to separate them into individual pots, at which point every single one immediately wilted and looked as though I had killed it. This probably tells you everything you need to know about my gardening technique. Somehow, though, most of them survived. Not because I followed a carefully researched growing plan or knew what I was doing, but seemingly through a combination of water, sunshine and their own determination to live. They grew, they flowered and, for a while, they made the yarden look properly summery.  Then we introduced an Akita puppy into the mix. Kaizer didn’t destroy all of them, but he did chew through several stems as part of his ongoing investigation into whether absolutely everything in the garden is edible. I’m not sure his pruning...

I BLOODY DID IT - 38 minutes and 37 seconds. I've been working towards getting a "3" in front of my parkrun result for a while. I'd given myself until the end of this year to run a sub-40 minute 5K but, apparently, I didn't need quite that long. Yesterday, at Blackpool parkrun, I crossed the finish line in 38:37 - except I didn't actually know I'd done it. My friend Rowena (and her sidekick, Hatter) was running with me and, despite knowing exactly what my goal was, she had deliberately not told me what pace we were running. This was probably helped by the fact that her watch works in miles and mine works in kilometres so any mid-run discussion about pace would require mathematical ability that I definitely don't possess whilst trying to breathe. She knew though.  And, more importantly, she knew it was achievable. I knew Blackpool was probably my best opportunity to have a proper crack at sub-40. It's a very flat course apart from the incline by the...

Because whenever anyone talks to me these days it’s “how’s the doggy?” and not “how are you?” Kaizer is now 9 weeks old and we’ve decided we do actually quite like him. For anyone who hasn’t been following along elsewhere, Kaizer is our Akita puppy and he’s been with us for a few weeks now. It turns out that introducing a puppy into your life is an excellent way of ensuring that nobody is remotely interested in anything else you have to say ever again. He has what we affectionately call his Mad Hour at least three times a day. This is slightly misleading because (a) it doesn’t necessarily last an hour and (b) there can be several of them, so really it’s less of a Mad Hour and more of a flexible working arrangement. Crate training is going well. He actively likes going in there for some downtime, which is fortunate because sometimes we also actively like him going in there for some downtime. He has an entire basket full of his own toys and has finally accepted that the box containing al...

My recent crochet WIP has been this Whirl Mandela cardigan /shawl. I'd bought what I thought was enough yarn but it became blatantly obvious when I was three-quarters of the way through that I'd completely misjudged the amount I'd need. I jumped back on the website but as the yarn had been in their outlet, they were sold out. I thought I'd throw myself on their mercy with a cheeky email asking if they had any languishing in a dark and dusty corner of their website, but didn't hold much hope and Plan B was to finish it off with a contrasting colour. To my joy, Matt at The Wool Factory offered to search their Sheffield store, sourced 5 balls (more than enough), sent me an invoice and posted them off to me. That's the level of customer service that keeps you returning to feed your needs! I've made this as a shrug type evening cozy for the summer and it was an easy pattern to follow so I could lose myself in it during the evenings. It was also the smallest hoo...

Every so often, a headline lands that feels less like news and more like a collective intake of breath. Recently, it’s been the idea of banning under-16s from social media. Australia has acted. Spain is talking seriously about it. The UK is 'consulting', which is political code for we know this is complicated but we need to be seen to do something . If you’re a parent, carer, or anyone who has ever watched a teenager scroll at lightning speed while claiming they’re “not really doing anything”, this probably sparked a mix of relief, confusion, agreement, and dread. Relief because something might finally change. Dread because banning something rarely makes it disappear. Twelve years ago, and in partnership with  Jump! Mag,  I made a lot of noise about the access that children had to social media. Parents reported that were already anxious about safety, peer pressure, screen time, and digital footprints that felt permanent before kids even understood what permanent meant howev...

Everyone is talking about Brooklyn Beckham’s statement, and I’ve had thoughts about children in the public eye for a long time - though mine are rooted more in the blogging and vlogging world than celebrity culture. It was this quote that stood out most to me in Brooklyn’s exposé: “For my entire life, my parents have controlled narratives [..] about our family. The performative social media posts, family events and inauthentic relationships have been a fixture of the life I was born into.” You can scroll back through this blog and see that it started around 2009. Before that, I used various precursors to blogging platforms to document my thoughts and memories. Before social media (fuck, that makes me sound so old), blogging was a way to talk to people about… well, literally anything and everything. I shared family pictures, started discussions, and built a small but respectful community. As the internet developed and my readership grew, I was approached by some forward-thinking b...