I was having a chat with my grandson Jacob about Dippy the Diplodocus after he travelled from Aberdeen to Glasgow to see one of the world's most famous dinosaurs.
I offer a world exclusive which might explain why our MPs were tying themselves in Houdini-proof knots during that exhausting and exasperating Brexit indicative-voting marathon.
I was quite good at a 60-yard dash in school athletics.
We are edging closer to a ban on parents smacking their children in a move which is backed by the Scottish Government.
I once held a door open for a man rushing out of an off-licence store and apologised to him for getting in his way.
You know that sinking feeling when you are well into a long journey and think you've left something important back at home.
I wish I had worked harder at physics, but even I knew the difference between velocity and speed and that combined they were propelling me to a cliff edge known as abject failure.
When teachers are getting punched, kicked, spat on and sworn at I know who I blame – rubbish parents
Picture the scene - an everyday domestic event as a family group enjoyed themselves at a play park somewhere in the north-east.
I trust you have been wrapping up warm in the freezing weather - you can't beat a good coat.
Early retirement has come my way and I have decided to mastermind this new phase of life by keeping a list.
It all began with a cheery wave from my hairdresser on the other side of the road as I set off for work one Monday morning.
I don't want to alarm you, but I keep getting stuff through the post telling me to start arranging my own funeral.
By the time Brexit is supposed to happen we will be approaching the 230th anniversary of the French revolution, which also shook Europe to the core - and caused mayhem for decades.
If you are looking down and can't see the bathroom scales - even although you have both feet planted firmly on them - your body mass index has obviously been compromised by your weight divided by the square of your height.
I know it's wrong to blame Santa, but I had just bumped into him on a train and now I was stressed out over a children's puzzle of all things.
How about this for a menu of the day?
I don’t for a minute think that half of the good folk of Nairn are popping anti-depressants - after all, with its bracing sea air and lovely beaches there is so much to be happy about.
I had not heard of Aberdeen University Medical Society until a few days ago, but I would have assumed they were a fairly austere and studious bunch with heads buried in a mountain of medical works and earnest discussions.
As we ponder life's big questions, the answers are right in front of our faces most of the time.
Was the child who cried out innocently and with clinical honesty in Hans Christian Andersen's classic fairy tale "The Emperor's New Clothes" a literary example of a whistleblower in action?