I’m cycling along part of the Swedish coast and as usual, packing and getting ready to go was a series of small breakdowns and catastrophes, and as usual, I survived and got to the bus much later than intended but with enough time to be let on 😉 (They were running a little bit late, […]
I saw this as I was walking to the supermarket: So I went to investigate. As you do. I like fire, generally, if it’s contained and/or supervised. I don’t much appreciate fires living by themselves in my town. I stomped out the flames but didn’t have any way to do anything with the embers. So… […]
“Thank you” he said, wrapping the second tissue around the small stack of slightly soggy crumpets. “That’s really sweet of you.” He looked at me, “this is the sort of thing I’ll still remember in 10 years..” He paused and looked briefly at his feet before looking up again, “..I wonder what I’ll be remembered […]
It’s bad enough that it’s taken me a week to post this picture of thick, gloopy, Spanish hot chocolate. It’s worse that it took me almost a year to make it. It feels like it’s time to start doing/eating/drinking the good things and stop waiting for “someday” or the right day or any other kind […]
I usually like doing things in my own way. However, even I must admit that sometimes ‘normal’ is normal for a reason. In this case, there are probably better ways to open yoghurt pots…
I was recently in Girona on my way from Murcia towards Berlin. Girona is a really pretty city, at least what I saw in the 17 or so hours I was there. Much friendlier than Barcelona and much less scary to walk around at night. I wandered between the old old houses and shops, admiring […]
We went inside but left before mass started. Impressive, but way too much gold for my liking.
Lots of Murcians (and possibly lots of other Spaniards) have Churros for breakfast. Churros are like pieces of deepfried (oozing) doughnut-dough rings. Here, you dip them into thick, custard-like, rich hot chocolate. When in Murcia, do as the Murcians do. So I did. And here they are:
Here we go again. Jesska makes a plan and life makes it impossible to see it through. *** At the end of August I bought new fish. They were quite expensive as cheap fish go (nothing like as expensive as posh koi) and quite a luxury considering that I don’t “need” fish for anything. I […]
It’s Friday. I’m supposed to be in the middle of a two day committee meeting. Instead I am lying on a towel looking at this: rejoicing at the slight breeze and listening to the birdsong and the buzzing of a million insects. Yesterday I looked up at the sky through the branches for the first […]
Mostly written last night. This morning it was warm and sunny and I cycled to work in a T-shirt and skirt. Yesterday and most of last week that was no problem. Today however… When I looked out of the window at 5 this evening it was raining. The weather forecast I should ideally have looked […]
There’s a hole in my Alfa, dear Liza, a hole. Two holes if you want to be more accurate. A black one if you want to be facetious. *** There’s a hole in my bathroom, dear Liza, a hole. There is now anyway. Luckily. Until this evening it was so blocked up that there wasn’t […]
It doesn’t appear to make any sense. None of it. And yet, afterwards, you can look back and see all the paths and patterns and logical consequences. And it’s kind of beautiful. And strange. And magical. *** *** I’m not there yet, not at the patterns and consequences stage, but I am at a place […]
This is the beginning of a good day 🙂
I’ve mostly slept on an airbed since moving into my flat. The first one died, despite the stars, and I replaced it with a second of the same sort. I love airbeds, especially the deep ones, but since winter arrived it’d started to get damp underneath and I really really don’t want the floor to […]