I've decided, in the deluded spirit of making resolutions in the new year, to try and change an aspect of my lifestyle; I'm going to dip my toe in the water of an attempt to be kind to myself. My problem is I can't tell when I'm being nice to myself and when am I just being a lazy pig, so I never stop with the self-flagellation to keep going. If I thought about what's the greatest thing I could do for myself, I'd tell you it was 'to never have to get out of bed'. I'm my happiest when I have a virus and have an excuse to lie there without the nagging mother in my brain screaming, "Get your ass up and out".
It may seem counter-intuitive, but most of us don't walk correctly. It's not our fault, and it's not our parent's fault. Unless your dad is someone like Olympic gymnast Louis Smith or your mum is someone like Olympic heptathlete Jessica Ennis, then you're probably not applying scientific principles to your day-to-day walking.
Will Varley is an interesting chap. I've been a fan since stumbling upon his first album Advert Soundtracks. Political, humorous and always very honest, it's the sort of song writing that can connect viscerally. Yet, despite my earnest attempts otherwise, it was also the type of song writing that not many people seemed to be taking much notice of.
When siblings Audrey and Jack DuCharme are healthy, they need a breathing treatment each day. Then there's the multiple inhaled medications, the doctors' checkups, and the fear that if they get a cold - which most of us would dismiss as a sniffle - it could put them in hospital, or at least require four daily treatments.