Prrrring prrring. Prrrring prrrring. Who was that disturbing me on the ‘phone when I was busy doing nothing? Ah, it was the working half of the household, requiring a jacket, cap and neck protection because he was working in full sun. He took the cap the other day but without the neck protection. ‘Aren’t you […]Read Post ›
Courtesy of The Mamas and The Papas, except before pop experts correct me apparently it is ba-da ba-da. Oh well, I always sing la la to songs as I never listen to words. But not just any Monday because today is also Birthday, Birthday. Glorious blaze of self-promotion there. Every year it strikes me as […]Read Post ›
No, no not cleaners. Although we did have one once. My Partner did exactly the same as my mother and went round cleaning the house the day before so it was nice for when she arrived. I ask you. The Roughseas foot went firmly down and we managed not to get her back after we […]Read Post ›
Internet meet-ups are a hit and miss affair. It’s anyone’s guess as to whether people you have encountered on a forum, or Facebook, or via blogs, will turn out to be great fun or a pain in the neck. The first couple we met, from South Africa, were great. I’ll draw a veil over the […]Read Post ›
Are a law unto themselves. They start in June. When they start in June is another matter. The other day I needed to go to the post offices in Gib, naturally, the one where you buy stamps to send mail to the UK is not the same one where you have to go to collect […]Read Post ›
The alternative version. Taking the dog out for his early evening walk (without camera of course), we noticed a couple of posh cars coming up Main Street. Being early evening it was peaceful and quiet. A balding old guy in the first car waved at someone in the street, certainly wasn’t me. In the next […]Read Post ›
Rosia is one of those strange Gib gems. There are no bars, shops, pubs, restaurants (that I’ve ever noticed) so apart from anything else it is quiet. I pronounced it wrongly the first time I said it. Rosía, I said spanishly – ross – eee – ah. Nope, it’s rosier, except slightly softer in the […]Read Post ›
Monday must be flotilla day. Launching, if flotillas launch, perhaps they depart, at 12 noon from Ocean Village. We would leave at 11.30am, I proclaimed, for a leisurely stroll down. Pippa, on hearing this, promptly jumped up at 11am and demanded to go out. This performance consists of a very large dog twirling around in […]Read Post ›
‘Go forth and enjoy.’ Or words to that effect. The Ministry of Culture in conjunction with the Diamond Jubilee Committee are calling on the general public to support all the events that mark the 60th Anniversary of Her Majesty’s accession to the throne. Well, there wasn’t much chance of us supporting anything at night-time on […]Read Post ›
The bunting has been up for a while, red, white and blue. Normally it is red and white – the Gib colours. But this weekend is a British celebration, and Gibraltar is British. Flags have been increasing day by day, the union flag, the Gib one, and my favourite, the Gib one superimposed on the […]Read Post ›
