In which I talk about Spain, Spanish and living away from ‘home’
Yes, that is me, the English woman. La Inglesa. And never have I felt it more than last night. This weekend is Carnival. And Carmen, the lovely lady at Bibsey’s guardaría, very thoughtfully and carefully explained what was happening. The kids would meet at 5pm at the guardaría in their disfrazes fancy dress and then … [Read more…]
Check out my X-ray. Check it out! Not only do I have what looks like a couple of nails and a cable-tie in embedded in my elbow, making me totally and undeniably bionic (something that I used to claim at school, circa 1977, at the height of my titanic Jaime Sommers girl crush), but also … [Read more…]
Dahlings, I think it high time that I introduced myself to y’all, don’t you? My name is Blanche Mudson: Actress, singer, sow. I am somewhat of a recluse now that I have retired from the glare of the public eye. But in my day I was a Big Star. You may remember me from such classics … [Read more…]
Otoño (versión posterior) Autumn (later version) by Octavio Paz El viento despierta, barre los pensamientos de mi frente y me suspende en la luz que sonríe para nadie: ¡cuánta belleza suelta! Otoño: entre tus manos frías el mundo llamea.The wind awakes, sweeps the thoughts from my forehead and suspends me in the light that smiles … [Read more…]
This week on the blog we will mostly be celebrating autumn, my favourite time of the year, with the seasonally very well adjusted Older Mum in a Muddle. As I am not firing on all cylinders at the mo (here’s why) my contributions will likely be more visual than verbal. Here is a peek at … [Read more…]
