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Yesterday I took my son Julio to the oculist. He’d been complaining of headaches and seeing funny things. I thought it was probably just that he needed new glasses, but we both thought it was best to get it checked out properly. Why do they give people an appointment for 3:45 if they’re not going to see you until 4:30? and then after the briefest look he said that Julio…

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Things are looking up

Things are going rather well here. Inky’s face is getting better. The infection’s gone, the wound’s scabbed over and shrunk, and she has a little bit of fur growing back where the vet had to shave her. Believe me, on a black cat, 1 mm of fur looks a lot better than bare skin. She’s happier too, and very affectionate. I finally made a little money with Adsense – the…

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More wild mushrooms

I went hunting wild mushrooms again with the same group as last week. I found out it’s a formal society, so I’ve joined (only 20 Euros). The fungi in the photos beside this paragraph aren’t edible, just photogenic, but we found plenty of others. There were the same sort as I took home last time – Russula turci – but when I took tiny nibbles they all burned my mouth,…

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Making some Noise

We’re going to have a new cultural magazine on the island, called Ruido, which means “Noise”. I volunteered to sort out the web site, but then someone else volunteered, and to be honest, I was relieved. My friend Norma is one of the editorial team for the magazine, and she came round this afternoon. She’s a musician, and we spent some time on her web site (http://normawilow.com). Then she mentioned…

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Toadstool,part 2

Well on Wednesday I finally got time to clean the russula fungi and stew them. It took a while because the pine needles were well stuck onto the top, and because I had to take a tiny nibble of each one. Any hot ones had to be dicarded. And we finally ate them last night, with cream and pasta. They were delicious. And we’re all still alive.

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Poor little Inky

We have two cats, Bib and Inky. Both are black, but Bib, the mother, has a white bib under her chin. Last week Inky came home with her face all swollen. I only just had time to get her to the vet before they shut at 8pm, so the vet said to leave her overnight. It was an abscess almost as big as a golf ball and she’d need a…

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