E is for easy. Because we live in southern Spain, where the sun is said to shine 333 days of the year (not so this year, but please don’t worry about me), the beach is close, we can eat tapas every day if we want, and we are constantly wafting about smelling of suntan cream, … [Read more…]
I don’t often tend to devote many blog inches to bemoaning the state of my knackered body. At least I don’t think that I do. Unless of course I am talking about about my arse, which took great offense at having to step up at the birth of my daughter and has been sullen and … [Read more…]
I don’t usually share my distress on the blog, for fear of upsetting those close to me. But I think that I can share this without causing offense. I feel flat. My parents visited for two weeks and then Mr B’s came for a week. We have been busy busy busy. Bibsey has had a … [Read more…]
