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Working on the website

I have too many blogs. There’s this one, and the one about La Palma, and one about astronomy and one about El Hierro. Plus there’s my main site (or at least it used to be my main site, but it’s very eglected and old-fashioned.) And my bookshop. All this takes up far too much of my time and interferes with writing. So I’m combining them. Stage 1: Move lapalma-island.com to…

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Persimmon tree in Las Nieves, Santa Cruz., La Palma

Persimmons

The persimmons are ripe. On La Palma, persimmons are called Kaki or Sharon, and I believe the tree comes from Asia originally. They’re much nicer when really ripe. The catch is that by the time they’re ready for eating, they’ve gone squishy, so they don’t travel well. Personally, I love them with Greek yoghurt.

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“Making Habits, Breaking Habits” Chapter 6

“Making Habits, Breaking Habits” by Jeremy Dean.  Full disclosure: If you buy the book through the link, it won’t cost you any more, but I’ll get a few pennies. But my main motivation for doing this is to understand the book properly. What follows is my summary of the chapter. ================================================================= [Quick interjection from Sheila. This chapter deals with mental illnesses, which tend to be misunderstood by the general public….

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eace Day doves at an infant school, Breña Baja

Peace Day

Spain stayed out of both world wars, so they don’t celebrate Remembrance Day in November. They have Peace Day instead, which schools celebrate on January 30th. In Primary school they wear something white, or mostly white (if the children remembered to tell Mummy), and usually they go into the village centre and sing a song. At high school, the teachers try to work a peace theme into the lesson. For…

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She’s Back!

My enthusiasm came back! She’s sitting on my shoulder, with that lovely silky fur snuggled up against my neck. On Sunday morning I read in Writer’s News about a competition for page-turning novels run by a writers’ agency. Unlike most such competitions, they were prepared to look at “almost complete drafts” as well as finished ones. And I have an almost complete draft of a whodunnit set in the observatory….

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