Silent Sunday
#SilentSunday
They didn’t call me Ropey for nothing
In my last post I shared a poo story about my little girl that I suspect she may not thank me for some day down the line. So I thought it only fair to share one of my own and then at least I can say that we are even. In my last ‘salaried’ job … [Read more…]
That’s my little girl in the wendy house
We went to a barbeque yesterday. It was the birthday party of my friend who lives very much en campo in a beautiful little cortijo up in the hills at the end of a long and very bumpy track. She and her husband lovingly built up the house themselves from a ruin. It has amazing … [Read more…]