Since beginning my new journey I have been commuting from Nottingham to London, and having to kip at my poor sister's house. Staying in their spare room. Leaving my poor lady wife on her own up in not so sunny Nottingham.
Finally we decided to move!
Time to down size. Time to sell some things, including my now infamous running machine.
An advert to promote this.
I think i actually lost some friends over this. I was trying to flog it for about 3 months.
But in the end a taxi driver who rang me up and told me in the first sentence that he was really fat finally took it off our hands.
Hooray for fat taxi drivers.