Author: John Curd

Leaves, Leaves, Leaves

Lord, we know how to entertain guests. Yesterday was washing the caravan and storing it for the winter, today was leaf clearing and seeing the sights of a real British Tidy Tip (sorry, Household Waste Recycling Centre). That darned oak

A Blanket for Billy

Monday dawned bright and sunny and there was a job I needed to do that required dry weather: I had bought a caravan cover that needed installing but before that could happen, our caravan (Billy Bailey) would first need cleaning.

Gatwick Express

A 4:00 AM alarm was a rude awakening on Sunday morning but the blow was softened by the fact that we were due to drive down to Gatwick to meet our friends, Keith and Marlene Stillman flying in from Virginia.

Back Home

Yesterday was a little frenetic so is being reported in retrospect. We started clearing up after ourselves and making sure that the house was presentable to hand back to its owners, Chris and Yvonne. That was followed by a shopping

Poinsettias and Water

Today is our last day alone as Chris and Yvonne are flying back from their holiday tomorrow. We had been invited by Jim and Hazel to join them inĀ Alcalali for lunch and, knowing the Spanish lunches, we knew we wouldn’t

Tapas in Denia

It was a dull, grey morning with an occasional spit of rain thrown in so, after a leisurely breakfast using up the last of our three-euros-for-five-kilos naranjas (oranges), we decided to drive off to the nearby coastal towns in search

Another Precipitous Descent

No more workers for whom to look completely dumb today, although, at one point, we wondered as a car parked outside our fence. It turned out to be someone working on the roof of the neighbours’ houseĀ oppostite. Phew! Having had

“I know nothing”

There seemed to be no rush to get up since this morning was a tad overcast. That changed, however, when two men turned up and began gesticulating at Carol through the fence. (Unfortunately for them, Carol had just finished dressing.)

Verdi Vent

Cloud? Yes, cloud greeted us this morning after only a single disturbance from the hounds next door. Nothing came of it, though, and we’ve had a dry day albeit with a cool start. Several of the plants in the garden

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Caninicide should be legalized – and if that isn’t a word, I just coined it. In fact, where Spain is concerned, it should probably be subsidized as a public service. That horrendous mut next door was at it again last

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