Brett Ellis is a teacher who lives in London Colney

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Take a good look at why you wanted Cummings to resign

Out of tragedy can come hope, however fleeting. Some use the loss of a love as a force for good: to make amends, to change the way they live their lives, or to set up a charitable foundation with which to raise much needed funds for a noble cause. Caroline Flack’s death, for but a brief period, brought the well meaning together to rally behind the hashtag of #bekind which, predictably, didn’t last long before human nature reverted to type and the bullying tendencies of the critical masses on

Captain Tom brought back the idea of a British hero

Ground control to Captain Tom: commencing countdown, fundraisers on. Oh yes, the old boy done good and managed to go ‘viral’. We Brits love an underdog, generally of a sporting persuasion - I refer you to Eddie of the Eagle and Frank of the Bruno before I rest my case. But now, in what can only be described as astounding, centenarion Captain Tom Moore, has inadvertently usurped all underdog human interest stories that came before him, and raised nigh on £33 million by walking around his gar

With no escaping the DIY backlog it's no wonder we all queued at B&Q

Judy Garland famously stated ‘there’s no place like home’ and she wasn’t far off the mark. Granted, her statement may have been clouded by the fact that she was accompanied by a scarecrow with dung for brains, a lion who had the backbone of a limp lettuce and a tin man who was in desperate need of a squirt of WD40.

Cornwall vs Gordon Ramsay: I'd have done the same as him if I had the money

Like liver sausage, Gordon Ramsay is an acquired taste. I must confess, despite not being a fan of celebrity chefs, I have a bit of a soft spot for the old gruffer. I like his in-your-face aggression as he deems a well-cooked linguine to be not just a matter of life and death but more important than that. He is the one guy who I quite enjoy listening to swearing, despite having to mute the volume each time the kids walk in, as I protect their tender ears from his potty-mouthed eff and jeff fest.

I'm a teacher - so why can't I home-educate my own children?

A couple of years ago my wife casually dropped into conversation that she would like an airing cupboard on the upstairs landing. With little DIY nous, I thought, incorrectly, that the only course of action open to me was to construct her one as a surprise.

Coronavirus has helped us reconnect with simpler things

Despite being infinitely more challenging, it was always better in ‘their’ day. My grandparents would often regale me with tales of hardship, community and, most of all, simplicity, as they lauded the way things were, not the way things panned out.

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