This morning I took a group around Grantecan – Normal enough and fun. I got home and just had time to eat before I took my son to the dentist, followed by the hairdresser’s and supermarket (the only place to park near the hairdresser’s is the supermarket car park.) As soon as we got back, we grabbed one of the cats, and took her to the vet. And as soon…
My husband fixed a neighbour’s heater, and he was delighted. So delighted that he said he’d bring some firewood for us. So I got home from work to find that he’d made good on his promise and come around with about two cubic metres of eucalyptus bark, which he’d left in front of the fireplace at our son’s suggestion. The neighbour doesn’t have a car. It must have been quite…
Last night I went to a third sardine’s funeral, in El Llanito, near San Pedro. (I’m doing well this year.) It’s only a small, local party, but it’s close and we’d heard that it was good. Unlike most places, the bier was carried by the sardine’s widows. Like most places, the widows were very tall and muscular. I particularly liked this old lady, who kept insisting on more rum in her…
OK, it’s not nearly as bad as I feared. Paypal are refusing to process payments for books including “rape for tittilation” rather than any mention of rape at all. And of course, Paypal deciding they don’t want to being a certain business is different from government censorship. I still think it’s a bad decision. For one thing, who gets to decide what’s titillating? And I’m still worried that the definition…
I’ve been wrestling all week with the software to sell ebooks from my new site at http://dragontree.sheilacrosby.com, and just when I finally got a file associated with each product (the file you actually get to download), Paypal changed their terms and conditions. Smashwords are telling authors to remove fiction that contains themes of bestiality, rape, incest and under-age sex at the behest of Paypal who say it’s to comply with…
After several weeks of all work and very little play, it was time for some belated carnival action. Los Cancajos held a 1960s day on Saturday, and we went along for the live band in the early evening, suitably dressed. The costume came from a shop in the village, with added heavy eye makeup. Here’s my husband with the drummer from the band La Retranka.