what time is it?

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sherry time (1)

Sherry time? Beer O’clock? How about tapas at any hour? It seems that some people are under the impression that I am either eating or drinking (or both) at the actual time I post food and wine photos on my various social media accounts. I mean, really? Sherry at 9 in the morning? Tapas at 11? You know, when bars haven’t even opened yet. Or else assuming that I am actually eating or drinking everything I post, which has led to more than a few fat-shaming comments (from assholes, obviously).

Truth is that I take a LOT of photos when I am out and about. This might be when I’m out for a cold beer, out for tapas with friends, on a tapas tour with clients, at an event, and sometimes even grabbing some shots of good looking stuff coming out of a restaurant kitchen when I’ve stopped somewhere for a quick sherry. I do this because people seem to like all the food pics I post on my Sevilla Tapas Twitter and Instagram, not to mention all the updates on the Sevilla Tapas website.

Later I spend quite a bit of time editing the photos and texts and putting them into drafts so I can easily post them when I want to. The only posts that go up in real time are my Beer O’clock ones, because they just take a minute. To be honest, it would be rude of me to spend all my time eating out with friends uploading pics and comments onto Instagram. It’s bad enough nobody can eat until I take photos of the food (the camera eats first!).

This week ought to confuse a few people since I am still putting up at least one photo a day, much like I did during lockdown. I bet more than a few are going to wonder how I’m out there having tapas when I’m supposed to be at home with Covid. At last count there are more than 40,000 photos in my iPhone, most of them food and wine related. So hey… the illusion is easy.

doctor’s note

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doctors note

Since Covid almost all of my medical appointments have been done online or by phone, with the exception of physical tests of course. It’s easier in some ways, frustrating in others. For example today was not just frustrating but maddening. By chance I had a pre-arranged appointment with my GP this morning and so, rather than cancel it, Peter went and took along a doctor’s note. The note stated that I had just tested positive for Covid (it also included a photo of the test) and that I wanted to get a prescription for Paxlovid. I also asked about the upcoming jabs and when I should book them. So when he called me and said “what is it you want?” I already knew this guy was an asshole.

I asked if he’d read the note, then asked him to read it, and then asked about the prescription. He said I didn’t need Paxlovid, muttering something about not doing prescriptions for that, and said he’d write one for Paracetamol mixed with something else. Clearly he had not read my history and knew absolutely nothing about me. Then he said that I should just rest at home and not worry because it was JUST LIKE A BAD COLD. I mean, seriously WTF? An actual doctor is going around telling patients Covid is just like a cold??? We are doomed.

Meanwhile resting doesn’t really seem to be an option as I can barely stay out of bed. Yesterday I went to lie down at 3 pm and didn’t get up again until 11 this morning. Now I’m annoyed with myself that I didn’t press the stupid doctor harder and make him look up my history, etc, but I felt so deflated by his tone and assholyness, and I was still so tired, that I just gave up. Anyhow, back to bed.

debs

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deb and famBob, Char, Claire & Deb

It was Deb’s first return visit to Sevilla since her lovely Dan died of cancer last December. In fact the last time they were here together was in December 2019 and I took them out to Triana for a little tapeo. Sevilla is a special place for them as many years ago Dan proposed to Deb in the Alcázar gardens and they made regular trips here after that. Anyhow, we met for lunch over the weekend and had a lovely lovely time with her uncle and his wife, and her good friend. Great food and company and plenty of glasses raised to Dan. xx