…sappointed-cum-tennis emoji.) No golf competitions either, except……. We’re committed to a daily putting competition at lunch time. Twenty balls from 2.2 metres. Todays results: Her:17/20 (85%); Him 16/20 (80%) The landline rings. A UK number. Oh No! What’s happened? “Hello Mr Robin” says a voice with a heavy accent from the Asian subcontinent, “My name is Ryan. I’m calling from Microsoft. It’s about your internet connection.” “Hello, Ryan from Mic… Continue reading →

…dically. We try to keep busy but moments of idleness are deliciously guilt-free. Obviously, with being here all the time, there’s more cleaning, cooking, washing and dishes to do. There’s more refuse to go out. Rarely opened cupboards have their contents scrutinised and thinned out. Keeping the apartment tidy is an ongoing and circular process. The kitchen has a new sourdough starter on the go called “Boris.” (For non-bread makers, setting off on… Continue reading →

…here. If, when you have filled your bucket, (another giggle) why don’t you come in and have a glass of wine?” It is no coincidence that the last rather common little snail dropped into the bucket just as he found himself before the goddess’s cozy little home. He knocked on the door. She opened it having changed into something very, very comfortable indeed. He gaped like a netted cod. She offered him a glass of cool crisp Sancerre that he downed in… Continue reading →