21 April 2013

la Mercat de la BoqueriaHola, y buenas dias! We’re just back from our short break in Barcelona where we had a fantastic time. The weather was fabulous, the wine was delicious and the tapas a treat.

I was astounded and mightily relieved to discover that those scraps of Spanish I learned all those years ago were still rattling around in my increasingly empty brain and were able to find their way out once in a while. Or, at any rate the locals, always very friendly and helpful, nodded knowingly, rolled their eyes and replied in perfect English to just about anything I asked.

Is it just me or does anyone else remember memorising?

Hola, Isabel.  Como estás?
Estoy bien, gracias.  Y tu?
Bien, gracias.  Oye, quien es ese chico?
Es un amigo mio.
Como se llama?
Se llama Juan.  Ven y te lo presento.  Juan, quiero presentarte a un amigo.
Mucho gusto.
El gusto es mio.  Soy Juan Martinez.
Donde vas ahora, Juan?
A la clase de Espanol.
Ah, tu estudias Espanol.  Nosotros, tambien
Bueno.  Vamos a clase.

Sorry about the lack of appropriate accents and no, I don’t remember all of it – only about the first five or six lines – but I well remember sitting in the back of the class in, I think, Sixth Grade reciting this litany. That and singing lustily about the antics of the poor La Cucaracha not being able to walk due to being under the influence of  marihuana pa’ fumar.

Not enough time to provide a full travelogue so you’ll have to make do with some of the least bad photos here.

Love to you all,

Greg

 

14 April 2013

Another marvellous week of non-Spring-like weather, just for a change. To be fair, we did catch a glimpse or two of the sun in the middle of the week and the temperatures have been moving in the “right” direction, but it’s still largely dismal. The daffodils are just beginning to open their eyes but they do look cold and miserable and somewhat stunted by all the cold weather we’ve had. Private Eye had an article expressing concern “for the whereabouts of the much-loved star known as ‘the sun’.” which sums the situation up nicely.

Fears Grow for Reclusive Star

There have been mounting concerns for the whereabouts of the much-loved star known as “the sun”. It has not been seen by the public since around August last year and there are rumours that it may never come out again.

A once common sight, particularly in the seventies, when it seemed to be everywhere, this star has drastically cut down its appearances and, according to friends, is now living “under a cloud”. British fans of the sun may now only see it in the Australian jungle where it will join the other faded stars on ‘I’m a Celebrity . . .’ Continue reading “14 April 2013”

7 April 2013

Good morning to you all on another fine spring morning in our neighbourhood. By “fine” I mean exceedingly cold for early April, of course.

Ms Playchute and I enjoyed a lovely Easter Sunday last week – Annabelle brought Nick and Lucy for Sunday lunch to which, unusually, I actually made a constructive contribution. I followed a very simple recipe to the letter and the result was a very nice chocolate cake, if I do say so myself.

Penelope did everything else and, as usual, the feast was well beyond epic proportions – I think the left-overs lasted until Wednesday. Nick and Lucy had also arrived clutching two very, very large chocolate Easter eggs, one for Penelope and one for me, each of which was the size of a small continent. At the time I thought that we would never manage to get through them; by Friday the first one was gone and, although we’ve not yet commenced consuming the second, once we start I am guessing it won’t take us long.

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31 March 2013

What a wonderfully Spring-like week we’ve had . . . not.

SnowEach morning this week it seems to have dawned bright and clear but, by the time I’m out of bed, showered and out the door for a stroll with the dog (and before you say anything, that is some times well before noon), the clouds have moved in from the east and we’re back to what is clearly becoming the “norm” for March – cold, overcast, breezy and grey. It’s been the coldest March since 1962 and the fourth coldest since records begin, so they say. And, according to the forecasters, the cold weather could continue for another month! Then again, these were the folks who forecast our “barbeque summer” a couple of years ago when it rained more or less constantly so perhaps we shouldn’t get too worried just yet. If they are predicting another month of winter, Spring must be just around the corner! Continue reading “31 March 2013”

24 March 2013 – Amusements

Three wives were bemoaning their husbands’ attitudes towards leftovers. “It gets rough,” one said. “My husband is a movie producer and he calls them ‘re-runs’.”

“You think you have it bad,” was the reply. “Mine is a quality control engineer and he calls them ‘rejects’!”

“That’s nothing compared to me,” said the third lady. “My husband is a mortician. He calls them ‘remains’!” Continue reading “24 March 2013 – Amusements”

17 March 2013

My God was it cold on Monday! (And the rest of the week wasn’t a lot better). We had a bitterly, biting north wind which brought a return of the very unwelcome and completely unnecessary, winter weather. The snow consisted of tiny, tiny flakes, rather like miniscule polystyrene balls which came racing at you in a horizontal gale-force wind, biting your face like a myriad of midges as it pestered you with a vengeance. Even the dog was not keen – on our afternoon walk she shot ahead like a rocket, in contrast to her normal sluggish and unhurried meanderings, desperate to get home again. Continue reading “17 March 2013”

3 March 2013

Good morning to you all and welcome to March. We’ve had a pretty good week, weather-wise, in beautiful, downtown Byfield. We’ve even seen the sun on a couple of occasions – it materialised through the early morning gloom on Wednesday morning like a long-delayed ship gradually emerging through the mist and fog. Amazingly, we’ve also noticed how much earlier it’s been getting light each morning and how much later it stays light in the afternoon – one could almost be forgiven for assuming that Spring can’t be far away. Indeed, the snowdrops are out and the daffodils won’t be far behind.

Snowdrops at Edgecote Continue reading “3 March 2013”

24 February 2013

What did I say last time? Something about basking in balmy, Spring-like weather or something similar I seem to recollect. Boy! Did I mis-speak. Temperatures have reverted to their “normal” February range with a bitterly biting easterly wind bringing sub-freezing temperatures from Scandinavia. At least we have been spared the mountains of snow they were predicting (so far – in our part of the country) which I can definitely do without. The silver lining is the frozen tundra, of course, which means that Molly returns from our walks unblemished. Continue reading “24 February 2013”