The Boy and The Coconut Tree

It is August and it is raining and reminds me of Winter and this is the English summer in action. Yesterday was 32c and sunny and I have the farmers tan to prove it. My arms and lower legs are reddish brown and my upper arms and chest are as white as they day I arrived on earth (that makes me sound like some alien visitor when I should have just said "born") As I sit here waiting for one of my Spanish students, Davinia, I am reading her account of a Spanish novel, El Tiempo Entre Costuras,  and it makes me want to travel so much.  I was feeling all sentimental today. I arrived back in England 1 year ago this week and that first week was an interesting week of good and bad.  My dad's brother, uncle John died after a long battle with lung cancer but I was lucky enough to see him a few days before he died and have the usual, uncle taking the piss out of a nephew, conversations. That week I also spent some quality time with my parents, my sisters and my nieces and ne...

Hello blog fans, it has been quite some time since I wrote anything. The reason? Nothing more than being distracted by work and life in general. In the past month I've bought a camera that I am struggling to use properly, I've met up with my half-brother who I've not seen since 1996 and I've worked so much overtime that my next holiday is already paid for.  It is raining outside yet sunny, the weather giveth and taketh at the same time. March 1st isn't the first day of spring despite what people think and it doesn't feel very springlike today and I am missing the Mediterranean sunshine This weekend has been full of nice surprises, blasts from my past ranging from my first boyfriend in London who I met 20 years ago to my landlord and friend from Leeds who I first met 22 years ago. It was nice spending time with people who have known me for so long that I don't have to try, there is no need to make an impression and waste energy on that "hope the...