Reasons why I don’t have kids #38

I would be in a perpetual cycle of bankruptcy (round about this time every year), and recovery (the rest of the year, until Christmas again), until they left home.  Or I died of poordom.   Whichever happened to come first.  My money’s on the latter. But more likely, is that I would buckle under the pressure, […]

How to commit the perfect crime (in Europe)

Sitting in the bar chit chatting after our spa day, I was saying to my cousin how strange I found it that you don’t have to provide documents on arrival into EU countries, from other EU countries. The first time I travelled from Spain to France, I was completely flummoxed when I didn’t have to […]