What with all the unexpected sunshine in the past week or so, I've been prematurely flung into summer mode and so found myself trotting down to Co-op to buy a punnet of strawberries for tea.
WHEN popping into W H Smith the other day I noticed, just behind the Richard and Judy Book Club section, a puzzling section of books, enigmatically named the 'Tragic Life Stories'.
IF only his daddy could have patted a young Dwain Chambers on the back after his first lost race and reminded him that it's not the winning that counts but the taking part.