Category Archives: Blog

Thought for the day

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Feliç Sant Jordi! Is it OK that we ‘borrowed’ these for a photo opportunity?  Now returned to their rightful owner next door.  It may be the only chance I get to show off with delivered flowers for Dia Sant Jordi. Sant Jordi is the equivalent of Valentine’s Day here.  Men receive a book and ladies […]

The Ten Commandments, Part II

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So the mating ritual continued, with much posturing, fluffing of feathers and displaying, only I didn’t like his plumage too much (or the idea of being kept as a sex slave in a shoe box – commandment 6 – before my axey/birdy death).  And still a drink didn’t arrive. Second installment, lessons six – ten. Re: […]

The Ten Commandments, Part I

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Now, I think I’m a pretty reasonable woman, I like to go out with my friends, I’m sociable and fun, I like to meet and chat to people, have a drink and a dance.  I’m interested in interesting people.  But there really is an art to the chat-up, a certain etiquette if you will, that one should […]

Happy Easter/Lindt Day

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I hope that: the cute Easter bunny (from the hare,  ancient symbol of fertility.  Ancient as in, like really ancient, say maybe even more than 2014 years ancient). came and laid lots of eggs in your house (see above AND, to be honest, just plain weird science) – ooh!! Might be my Sunday afternoon movie. […]

Wow! Chocolate’s really interesting.

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Did you know that: Drinking chocolate was first  popularised in Europe by the Spanish who sweetened cocoa with sugar cane. They introduced it to the Italians and the French – ha! (Sorry, bit of adoptive rivalry with my European cousins) Cocoa beans were used by the Aztecs as a form of currency, which was chronicled […]

Sometimes, when left to your own devices

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you might find yourself on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, post morning workout, full of the heady mix of endorphine and caffeine buzz, roast chicken dinner and glass of red wine haziness, an element of twitchy boredom and a too-bloody-handy pair of sharp scissors, (which just so happen to be excellent for cutting hair); fighting the overwhelming urge to radically change […]

There’s nothing I like more

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than occasionally pretending to be a real grown-up. I think that my actual grown-upness might have peaked between February 2010 and September 2011.  This is the period when I lived together with my boyfriend of the time, in a rather nice apartment on Pall Mall (the Liverpool address, not London).  Shoes off at the door, nice bathroom/kitchen, […]