Yes, it’s that time of year again.
Hearing a helicopter directly overhead, I assumed it was the ultralite that comes round taking aerial photos. Seeing the shadow of the blades cross the vine, I realised it had to be something rather bigger and went outside to see what was happening.
It’s not surprising that there’s a danger of fire with skies this blue, but since the holidays don’t officially start till tomorrow, it’s a bit worrying.
Continue reading “fire!”
I was out on the verandah talking on the phone when I saw a tiny lizard. “Ooh, ¡qué lindo!, ¡un lagartijo pequeñísimo!” I exclaimed, or something equally inane.
The friend I was speaking to was quick to reply, “But clearly not that small, or you wouldn’t know that it was male!”
He was, of course, making fun of my Spanish and the fact that I’d got the gender wrong.
Continue reading “a lizard’s tale”
It’s always good to know that people have their priorities right. Sadly, I don’t think they often do.
Today, for example, there has to be something else happening in the news, but the only thing people seem to be interested in is the death of Michael Jackson.
Well, no. There is one thing that rates higher than the Jackson stories on the BBC website shared stories list:
So, what matters to you today?
A couple of people have suggested I should write a post about wine. Well, perhaps not about wine – I’m no expert and am happy with the vino honesto and no muy peleón that I can get in the local supermarket for 0.99€ a bottle – but about the language that is used to talk about it, particularly on wine labels.
I think it might have been Miles Kington (there’s an archive of his Independent column here) who said that if you were at a loss for words at a wine tasting, just look around the room and describe one of the other people present: big nose, full-bodied, fruity…
Continue reading “a flask of wine”
caterpillar fat
and packed so tight
the pods won’t pop…
(There has to be a full length poem here, if I can only find it!)
don't confuse the narrator 