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  • At Last

    Finally!  I built a wall.  A supporting wall for our garden no less.  Is it a great wall?  No.  Is it a fantastico wall?  No.  Will it stay up for many years?  I bloody hope so.  Was it hard work?  Yep.  It’s something I have never done before and I thank various builders who made…

  • Dreams

    So, you know that thing that I said that Sonalee and I would never do – twice – ever again?  Well, we’re doing it. Yep, Sonalee and I are living apart again.  It’s a bit shit, if we’re honest.  But it has to be.  Sonalee has found her dream job of DP Co-ordinator at a…

  • My Name is Paul English

    So, I now have another new name to go along with the various ones that I have attracted in my life, including many that I am sure I am not exactly aware of but can guess from annoyed students, annoyed parents, my sisters, my wife, my mum, frustrated teammates and Spaniards who cannot believe just…

  • Curry Trips

    It has been an exciting and difficult month or so for the denizens of that ‘house with all the dogs’ in Fuente Tojar.  Other people keep tiny dogs in their houses but normally just the one.  You know the type, yappy rat-like things that you worry about stepping on.  Ours are somewhat unique in the…

  • Walls

    Well, it has been a very exciting few weeks here in Fuente Tojar and no mistake.  Firstly, we have had lots of blessed rain.  Not the downpours of a Sri Lankan monsoon, which are always spectacular and not the cold rain of the UK that makes everything a bit depressing but much, much needed rain…

  • Self-indulgence

    You’ll have to forgive me for this one; this is shaping up to be a rather narcissistic blog with me as the centrepiece and is something that I am not quite comfortable with as yet.  It may be somewhat stilted and awkward.  Yes, I know, no change there then… Anyway, we have mostly sorted out…

  • Packed

    Well, we are at home now after an extremely long week of packing a hired Luton van that had definitely seen better days – it had a stereo with a cd player – and driving it down to a broiling Andalusia and then unpacking it into a house that was already full of furniture.  Sonalee…

  • What to do?

    Difficult one, this one.   Where to start, really?  These past few weeks have not been easy for either of us.  It kind of caps off what has not been a great time for us in Madrid – or rather a boring commuter town north of Madrid. To sum it all up; I have been made…

  • Stick Around

    I hate January.  Hate it so much.  Always have, always will.  I hate it more now that we are in Europe where the dark mornings and evenings are more pronounced and more, well, dark.  The cold I can deal with; the dark less so.  I need sunshine and lots of it if I am to…

  • Varying Journeys

    Well, that was a farce.  Sonalee offered to be one of the Three Kings for the parade around the village  –  the dark one of the three obviously.  She was entered into a draw for the honour of doing so but her name did not get pulled out of the hat (a metaphorical one, I…