I was looking forward to a relaxing summer, but I seem to have been rushed off my feet the whole time. There’s the blog about La Palma, of course, and tour guiding, and helping my nieces practise English, and the current translation, and trying to photograph the fiestas, and the website for Ruido fanzine. Not to mention the housework and paying my son some attention now and then!
I got really stressed this afternoon, so I went out for a walk along Cancajos sea front, and then the beach.
Sand between my toes was just what I needed.
And on the way back to the car, I saw a charter flight leaving the island. In my usual mature way, I thought, “Nyer, nyer, na nyer, nyer.”
OK, so I’m overloaded and rather stressed, and I’ve hardly written fiction for months, but at least I live on La Palma.
