I went to pay the (Spanish) bills yesterday. At the moment I pick up any bills when I go back to Spain at weekends and then pay them during the week across the border in La Linea. Naturally I can’t pay them when I arrive home as it is Saturday and the banks are closed. […]Read Post ›
Having failed miserably to achieve any degree of success with getting the gas water heater to ignite after the chicken shit incident, I now have a couple of other disasters to add to the list. Coffee. The weekend before last I decided I wanted a nice strong black espresso. I swilled out the water container […]Read Post ›
Listening to the radio (BBC World News) I heard about the German politician in Bavaria who is campaigning for a fixed period of seven years for marriage. After that you have to get married again. And again. I would have had to marry the same guy three times by now. What a waste of money. […]Read Post ›
Some weeks ago I read a horror story about some Eastern Europeans working in the fields in the south-west of the England. I guess in a way it was the usual story. They had paid money over in their home country for a trip to the UK in the hopes of finding the streets paved […]Read Post ›
I ended up looking at a couple of totally different blogs today and found this book quiz on one of them. After half a dozen questions you are described as a book. I’m not sure what I think. Who’s going to deny they are good, interesting, clever and witty? I’m certainly not (denying it), and […]Read Post ›
September marks a change here on the Mediterranean. The schools go back and the holidays are officially over. People suffer from post-holiday syndrome. It’s got a different name in Spanish but you get the idea and I am not being flippant. In some cases, people may have taken a month or two for their holidays […]Read Post ›
Gibraltar celebrated National Day yesterday (10 September). It commemorates the referendum held in 1967 when Gibraltarians voted overwhelmingly in favour of retaining British sovereignty – although the designation of the day and the annual holiday only started in the 1990s. Everyone dresses up in red and white and there is a day-long programme of music […]Read Post ›
I loved fireworks and Bonfire Night when I was little. And when I was big. Then of course I married the Fair-Disliking partner who also turned out not to like fireworks too much either. We missed half the New Year display over the Harbour Bridge in Sydney ‘cos he was snoozing away, deliberately trying to […]Read Post ›
I have been tagged to choose my favourite word for International Literacy Day. I am late. It was yesterday. And as I am writing from Spain, I am going to choose Spanish words. Y tambien, voy a escribir un poco en español. Bueno. Me encanta la lengua español, y hay muchos palabras que me gustan. […]Read Post ›
We met in Sydney. In a youth hostel to be specific. A private one where you shared a room with anyone regardless of gender. If there weren’t any beds and the staff liked the look of you, you got the offer of sleeping on the floor in the TV room to wait for a bed […]Read Post ›
