Well, my year (actually ten months) of isolation is now officially at an end.  My wife is finally home!   Hurrah! And I have been out more in the past week than I have in the past ten months as well, which is a bit weird but does confirm my status as the ultimate misanthrope.  Anyway,…

So, a few weeks ago, I made cheese on toast.  Lovely!  The next day I decided to do the same but this time add Worcestershire Sauce that had been in the fridge a while.  An hour later we were on the Mirador.  It’s a plateau that overlooks the village and you can see for miles…

I did a few plumbing courses many years ago in Bristol.  The first thing the very much old-school instructor told us was his number one rule; never encase your pipes in concrete.  He was scathing about those who think it is a good idea.  God only knows what he would have thought of the plumbing…

A big few weeks for the Byatt/Abeyawardene household during March, the main one being that Sonalee is back here in Spain!  She told me that she would only be here for a week but took something called ‘Recruitment Leave’ (we hadn’t heard of it either) so that she could be here for a whole fortnight! …

I continue to miss my wife immensely.  I cannot help it.  For Valentine’ day last year, I arranged an evening meal on the terrace of our home in Morocco.  I’ve no idea what we ate because there were several bottles of red wine involved but I do recall a lovely evening just talking  as the…

It is harvest time in our patio.  Our tree has outdone itself this winter and produced a veritable orchard’s worth of lemons.  But the only thing is, what do you do with hundreds and hundreds of lemons?   I have daily lemon drinks, I squeeze lemon juice on a lot of my food, I use lemon…

She’s gone again Aiyeo.  What to do?  Que hace?  The love of my life has had to return to Morocco to begin the next term of her work, to look after Bibi who is one of the sweetest dogs you could ever wish to meet and to oversee the chopping off of the balls of…

Well, here we are.  We have four days until Sonalee is supposed to return home for a few weeks.  The fridge is, finally, cleaned.  The last of the not-great DIY is finished, for now.  The hunt for Sonalee’s new passport continues.  It has been either lost or stolen.  I suspect the latter.   She’s having to…

It’s been 12 hours and eight days since I left my love at Casablanca Airport to return home.  And I didn’t even do a Humphrey Bogart tribute.   Next time.   We think there will have to be a next time.   Probably in February.   It looks like there will be no resumption of ferries for the next…

It’s another sunny day here in the village but who knows how long it will last?  The nights are getting cold, the fireplace has been cleaned, the lemon tree is beginning to bear its fruit and the first of the traditional Christmas sweets have appeared in the supermarches.  There is an abundance of building work…