Brings back memories of Lily the Pink? I was watching the scaffolders on my trip back from the job centre yesterday and was truly amazed at their fluid teamwork. (They are doing it again today so the title of this post isn’t totally inaccurate) As there are lots of blocks of flats in Gib, there […]Read Post ›
….sets in. Working all week, you look forward to Friday, and two blissful days out of the office. You also realise how much work is outstanding and pile a load in your briefcase to take home, which may or may not get looked at. Not working all week, when it gets to Friday, you realise […]Read Post ›
Or maybe, Weary Wednesday? All that really means is, a bit of a round-up, with a feeble attempt at alliteration. And a sly dig at the Wordless Wednesday photo posts with no text that do the rounds, which always seems like an amazing cop-out, as there is no way you will get a wordless post […]Read Post ›
I was surprised the first time I chanced upon that fact, and while thinking perhaps it wasn’t so surprising given the small space we live in, I promptly forgot about it again. Until J asked the question yesterday on my ‘Your questions about Gib’ page. I was curious, given that Gib is one of the […]Read Post ›
In cloudy Gib I’ve been updating the dog’s post over here on Pippadogblog, for those of you who read dogblogs. The next planned post on here (and that could mean anything) but allegedly tomorrow, will be answering a question from J, about what it’s like living in one of the most densely populated places in […]Read Post ›
I thought this was a great question (asked on my Your questions about Gib page) and I couldn’t resist answering it. Now! Immediately! Even though the dog blog and 1001 things have priority. You can read the full question on the page, but otherwise, here are *some* answers. So, first up, practical attractions. 1) Money, […]Read Post ›
No posts on here for now. I’m a busy woman. Need to keep up to all my other blogs. The dog is complaining about the absence of posts on his blog. The ironing is complaining about being wrinkled. The alcachofas want to be cooked (Ok maybe not). The floor definitely wants to be mopped. And […]Read Post ›
Going to a posh private school from the age of 4, and continuing through the same school until 18, diving in skips wasn’t one of the lessons I learned. My mother snobbishly abhorred sales, and totally refused to queue with the masses, preferring to pay full price and receive grovelling treatment from sales staff. Personally, […]Read Post ›
And from the sunny Iberian peninsula, the temperature coming through La Linea on the way to the Gib frontier this afternoon was a rather nice 27 degrees Celsius. While weeding my path this morning, I was thinking about people who move to Spain and make so many classic mistakes. Easy to say after ten years […]Read Post ›
Always good to try out all the WordPress bells and whistles, so here is a poll for you all. To those of you who haven’t tried it, it is easy. Click on polls, click on create a poll, click on automatic account from polldaddy – and shazzam! you can start to play. This one is […]Read Post ›
