my 28th sevilla anniversary

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28 anniversary

On September 16th 1993 (at 8 pm!) I arrived in Sevilla from Salamanca with two cats in tow, and I’ve been living here ever since. Today will be quite a different celebration from last year’s as I will be celebrating my 28th Sevilla anniversary this evening with a Sevilla Tapas Tour, which somehow feels appropriate. I mean, whodda thought 28 years ago that I would end up becoming Queen of Tapas? Had a lovely pre-anniversary lunch with Peter yesterday at a (fabulous!) newly opened restaurant, Plato Jondo, but today I am saving myself. And it will be nice to go out in the evening, which is still something I don’t usually do. So here is to 28 years and hopefully many more! 🥂

happy monday??

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happy monday

Last night I fell asleep to the sound of rain falling on the patio roof, something I’d not experienced for several months, and thought about how nice it is to listen to the rain when you’re all dry and cosy inside, especially when all tucked up in bed with a couple of cats. Then I thought about the wildfires that had been raging in the Málaga mountains since last Wednesday and hoped that these couple of rainy days would help put them out.

Woke up this morning to the wonderful news that the fires were now under control and sent the above tweet from bed… a few minutes later it dawned on me that IT’S NOT MONDAY, IT’S TUESDAY. Oops. So I corrected myself in a follow up tweet but not before getting a few “you need coffee!” type of replies. Which was true of course, but it’s equally true that I often don’t know what day it is any more. Whatever! It’s a happy day. And I’m extra happy because I am doing my first sherry tasting of the year this afternoon. So Happy Tuesday everyone!  🙂

judgement day

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judgement day

Well okay, not really. It’s just Monday. But I’ve been thinking and it seems that some folks have noticed that I have an opinion or two about this and that. And that’s fine, because I actually do. But lately (meaning more than usual since Covid) it also seems that I’m being judged by people who are assuming I am judging anyone who doesn’t share my opinions. And well, aside from the fact that we all do this to some extent, unless you’re a right wing fascist child-abusing anti-vaxxer then I’m pretty much live and let live. But being judged for (allegedly) being judgemental seems a bit meta to me. Where does it end? Where did it start? Why did it start? The mind reels. Anyhow, please knock it off. It’s hard enough getting out of bed most days as it is without having to also consider how many people are projecting their crap onto what they presume is me. Thanking you in advance… ✌️