Life in Culebrón

We went to see some street theatre last week. It wasn't good. Blokes talking in funny voices wearing tight trousers and red noses as the...

If I'm going to blog anything this week it has to be Covid again so if you're fed up with Covid stop now.   Pinoso is a small tow...

I got my new Brexit inspired ID card a while ago. I'm sure you read the blog entry! A chum asked me if I'd help him get one too. A...

Spain, the nation, has all the safeguards on personal freedoms and rights that you would expect for a modern European democracy. The probl...

On the last fourteen weeks I've only filled the car with petrol twice, I've read nineteen books though and watched more TV series t...

I'm a bit of a list maker. Any job has a validity all of its own. Watching a TV programme, blowing up the bike tyres or even having a ...

I've been thinking about the changes that happen slowly. I'm not talking about the sort of time needed to form the Himalayas or ...

The number of people dying from Covid19 in Spain is dropping. Time to relax the measures. This week youngsters were allowed back on th...

My weekly pilgrimage into our local town this morning. My sixth or seventh so far I think. I asked Maggie if she wanted to do it because s...

After 39 days of going nowhere and doing nothing there's also nothing to write about but that's not going to stop me. We're ...

There was a little flurry of activity in the village WhatsApp group on Wednesday afternoon. Someone had died, someone with quite an unusua...

I heard a news item that said that someone had died. The name sounded, on first hearing, to be Mujica but in fact it was Múgica. The first...

When it comes to National Identity I'm not a believer. I don't, for instance, see anything to be proud of in having been born ...

One of the reasons our water heater stopped working was that water was coming down the chimney and soaking the electrics and electronics....

I thought I might write a blog. Then I realised that nothing has happened to me for days so I couldn't. Later, as I pottered at some u...

I'm a sucker for gestures. The bit in Casablanca, where Laszlo says "Play the Marseillaise, play it!" and Rick nods, and the...

Do you know that Louis XVI wrote Rien, French for nothing, in his diary, on the day the Bastille was stormed? That was 14th July 1789, one...

I've just been into town. There's a video doing the rounds on social media of a woman runner scuffling with a couple of police o...

I like to get out and about. Anything from a film to a fiesta, a gallery to a concert, the theatre and, occasionally, even sports events. ...

It's really strange. Nothing much has changed and yet everything is very different. I'm sure you know that Spain is in a "S...