The kitchen’s  pretty well organised. There are cupboards for the pots and pans, shelves for the plates and cups, nicely-labelled containers for all the grains, flours and sugars, a neat spice rack. And then there’s that drawer where you throw everything else. That’s where you find the rubber bands, the pins, the flower seeds, the birthday candles, the oven thermometer, a tape measure, a few random buttons, string.

That drawer is my blog. A place where I keep stories and articles that don’t quite fit anywhere else. Random thoughts. Shooting the breeze. A video perhaps, or an audio clip. Sometimes embryonic stories that might find their way into The Marathon Years or one of my other books later.

Rummage around a bit. You never know what you might find.