Ouch!

My son set off on his scooter for his friend’s house in the next village, and I settled in for a peaceful afternoon’s writing. After just ten minutes, the phone rang. It was my son’s friend. He’d fallen off his scooter, and could I come and fetch him please? The hill between the two villages is really steep, so although I was hoping he’d just need a hug, I was…

September 12, 2009
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La Zarza

September 11, 2009

The summer’s nearly over, and I haven’t been out much at all. Worse, I haven’t dragged my son away from his video games nearly as much as I planned. So I persuaded my friends in Franceses to come out to see the archaeological site at La Zarza and La Zarzita, in Garafía. Well, I think it’s beautiful. In some ways it reminded me of the Garoé on El Hierro: the…

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Colds and birthdays

I’ve been too busy to blog again. The boring part was the heavy cold coming back – so I took it easy for a couple of days to get rid of it. The fun part was my son’s 13th birthday. Yup, we have a teenager. But in spite of all the dire predictions, he hasn’t turned into a werewolf. He’s still a nice kid and mostly polite. We held his…

September 8, 2009
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Unlucky for some

I’ve sent out 13 submissions in August, which is a record. Now some people will tell you that 13 is an unlucky number, but I’ve noticed that the more submissions I send off, the luckier I get. In fact, on average I get one sale for every ten submissions. August isn’t quite over yet. Maybe 14 submissions would be even luckier.

August 31, 2009
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The rest of the holiday

The holiday carried on being great. My niece got good A level results, so we went out and celebrated with a delicious Indian meal. Then we had a day’s shopping in Norwich, followed by a delicious Chinese buffet (an early birthday party for my son). Then we had a yummy barbecue in my brother’s garden and an even yummier traditional Sunday dinner. All the above were washed down by slightly…

August 26, 2009
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Fire!

August 2, 2009

I finished the dratted translation on Friday lunchtime, and went to pick up my son. He’d had a good time, although he was rather sunburned and keen to get home. I scarcely had time to get the washing machine on before I heard that my niece was over from Tenerife, and she’d brought my great nephew with her. So tired or not, I went to the family party, where I…

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