Lawns and hosepipes Today's joy was derived mainly from feeling the sun on my back this morning while mowing the lawn and other gardening delights at the villa in Boliqueime where I still have a part-time job, which I do not really need, but I do enjoy. It was with a sense of liberation after... Continue Reading →
The Village
I live in a village in the Algarve, in the south of Portugal. There are over 26,000 such villages in Portugal. I cannot give you a link to this information because I heard it on television a couple of years ago, and Internet searches to confirm the exact number have proven futile. Things I like... Continue Reading →
Fresh thought
It is not so fresh a thought. It is more like the sun taking a particularly leisurely stroll at dawn, then suddenly, by surprise catching me in the eye before I have had time to squint. Then it hits me. Hey, it says, you do realise you have been holding your true creativity at bay... Continue Reading →
Sweeping for Jesus
I am an at-the-desk and sitting-up-straight-on-a-chair person. Always have been. I could never do homework on my bed. My laptop always sits on my desk, perched like some space-age typewriter. But today I am doing something I never normally do. I am sitting on our new sofa with my feet up, with my laptop on... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 