I ordered some fencing for the front of my garden. There should have been eight stakes, but the suppliers only sent seven, so now I have a flock of someone else's sheep in my front garden. I'm lying in bed lamenting that missed stake...

When I recorded my CD in 2004, my mate (who owned the recording studio) pressed the wrong button and my best shot at the Dublin Reel wasn't recorded. How I've regretted that missed take...

My arthritis is always worse in damp, cold, foggy weather. I call it my mist ache...