‘British people are nomads,’ said the young Spaniard who had accosted us in the street. He was an English teacher so what better to do during a sleepy siesta than collar the only two idiots in the street so he could practise his English? And, in truth, his comment was on the nail. We’d just […]Read Post ›
‘Hello’ I said, as the mobile rang. It was clearly Partner asking me whether I wanted two or three potatoes. Yes, I had sent him shopping again. There was just a loud burble. Or babble to be more precise. I see. In a bar. I turned it off. An hour or two later, it rang […]Read Post ›
The interpretation being that Naples is such a fabulous city, it can’t be surpassed, and having seen it, one can die happy. It’s often attributed to Goethe, whose Letters from Italy include a section on Naples, but I couldn’t find this quote there. Whatever, my ideas about Naples were far more mundane: pizza, ice-cream, slums […]Read Post ›
The end of summer hours and the return to autumn terms signifies a change in the year. After 14 years of school and three at university, autumn has always meant a new start for me. More so than the new year. Change of weather and 17 years of indoctrination leave their mark. Plus working in […]Read Post ›
