In which roughseas goes shopping. Wrapping myself up in my Russian countess coat, because it is freezing here in Gib, something below ten earlier today, and only around 13 degrees now, I skipped off dawdled leisurely to the health food shop for a jar of seitan. Coping with these extremely cold temperatures means comfort food […]Read Post ›
Or live in Spain? The housing market in Gib is odd to say the least. 1) Rent government housing 2) Rent privately 3) Buy government housing 4) Buy privately As with any small heavily populated space, the usual maxim holds true. You don’t get much for your money, whether you are renting or buying. After […]Read Post ›
My dears. I have an apology to make. My Reader thing or whatever it is called just is not working. Some of you appear and the rest of you have vaporised. Either you are not writing, or Reader does not consider your blogs are of acceptable quality. But wait, I will indeed, eventually, ie in […]Read Post ›
When it’s a concertina. I bought this flat because a) it was cheap b) it was crap and c) it was in central Gib. My philosophy on buying houses is to buy cheap and crappy that needs tidying up rather than pay more for something that has been done up, because it will never be […]Read Post ›
My dear readers are invited to another private viewing, (as Helen kindly referred to my last art post) in the Yorkshire Gallery. In keeping with my inability to choose any artwork to buy, all of these are gifts. Let’s start with the Hockney print. ‘Off the wall’. Most appropriate for me I feel. In fact […]Read Post ›
Top marks for everyone who has dutifully taken their history lesson and learned: a) who ‘occupied’ Gibraltar and for how long [answers: Moslem 700+ years, British 300+ years, Spanish <250 years, added bonus point for those of you who remember it is currently a British Overseas Territory] b) that England (later Great Britain) took Gibraltar […]Read Post ›
.. the Walrus said, ‘To talk of many things ..’ I’ve managed ships and cabbages in the last post, so let’s move on to sealing wax and kings (not sure I can fit in the shoes) with the Treaty of Utrecht, signed in 1713. First up, a little context, and a rush through some Gibraltarian […]Read Post ›
‘You can’t eat roses,’ my neighbour Adelina snapped at her husband José. ‘Why do you keep growing more of them?’ ‘I like them,’ he said obstinately, and off they ranted away at each other having one of their convivial spats. In fact, it’s not the first time she’s said that, according to Partner, who heard […]Read Post ›
I don’t normally play at taggy games, but the dinner party one is an interesting idea. I am meant to have five guests but I can’t possibly do that.Thanks to the history tourist for this. And anyway it would be a buffet, so rather more of an intermingling as and when. Food for dinner party […]Read Post ›
