Yes I'm running 10k at the end of May, I've never run that far and that means running more than I want to and drinking less than I want to this Spring. If that's not enough to make you donate a fiver then you're obviously much fitter than me (not hard) and think I should do the Iron Man Challenge or something, but quite frankly, I don't have the apparatus.

So, how about this instead? One fiver. One snippet. One friend.

Donate a fiver to my 10k run for Shelter and write one line on the house you grew up in.

Instead of wishing me luck and taking the piss out of me (come and do that on the day), write a line about your childhood home. What was good about it? The house I grew up in had a long garden with a trellised off area at the back where I dug a pond and killed some tadpoles (accidentally!). I could climb over the back fence and put my hand through the cat flap of the house I grew up in to unlock my kitchen door.

The only way I can reach the target is to get critical mass and for such a modest amount I reckon your friends won't mind, so pass it on to at least one friend and let them enjoy the stories from earnest accounts of bird song to Monty Python tributes.

One fiver. One snippet. One friend.

I’ll run 10k. You help me get 100 people to donate a fiver and a snippet of a memory about home.

Shelter believes that everybody needs a home in a place they can thrive.