
It occurred to me this morning that we have lived in Spain exactly 6 years today! As I was drinking my coffee on the balcony contemplating our life here, the anniversary was nicely celebrated with the fly-past of 6 short-toed...
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Ok – this has nothing to do with the River Ebro. But it has been making me chuckle all day! Had to record it!
I collected my friends kids from school today. Driving back home 6yr old boy says:
“When I get big I will build my own house out of lego to live in on my own.”
4yr old girl replies: “You can’t live on your own. You will...
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As today is National Poetry Day I thought I’d share a poem that I cut out of a Sunday magazine back in 2002 and that 8 years later (looking a bit worse for wear) is still here on my desk in Spain. When I came across this poem my life was feeling a little unravelled. I’d lost my mum, both my sons had left home and in general and for lots of...
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“Sorry,” I said, “I’ve tossed and turned all night thinking this over and I’m not going to sign for the house.” It was a cold December morning and we were standing in the car park of the small Pension where we had stayed overnight. My husband glared at me. We’d already tried to settle this over breakfast. The good morning...
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