During our lifetime we all have different roles to play, when we are at home, or at work and in social situations, and in these different circumstances there is an expression, I am sure you have heard before, that we wear a different hat for each.
It is difficult to pinpoint exactly when summer ends in Spain. Today, for instance was a beautiful day, with blue sky and sunshine, and a few days ago the temperature reached 30 degrees. However, we do have a winter, despite what some people think, and the longer you live in Spain the more acclimatised you become, and find that you change from shorts to jeans, t-shirts to jumpers, and start to wear a jacket about the same time as the Spanish do, whereas the tourists that come seeking winter sun still wear shorts.
Well, as I write this book two is going to be available as an e-book or a paperback in ten days’ time. Finally!
Well, the holiday is over. All those months of preparation and planning, and now it is all a distant memory, except for the photos, garden wall art and fridge magnets!
We had been looking forward to our summer holiday so much, especially as the previous year’s holiday was cancelled, due to me waiting for a hip replacement operation. Another reason was that we were going to a completely new region, unknown to either of us, Castilla La Mancha, the land of Don Quixote and windmills.
Well, it looks like I am back to talking about plans and planning!
My last blog was about plans and planning, so this time I thought I would talk about how I deal with plans that go awry!
How do you arrange your day-to-day planning? I am an inveterate note taker! On the fridge we have a magnetic whiteboard that can be written on and erased. We use that for jobs that are not urgent but need to be done, sometime. Then we have a weekly piece of paper, always the back of an envelope or other piece of paper we re-use, which has jobs to be done that week.
At last! Summer is coming, or is it already here?
So, what does the word ‘family’ mean to you?
Okay, so you want to write a book. A novel, a biography, a non-fiction or a book of poetry. For months you slave away at your computer, or if you are old school, your exercise books.
A while ago John asked me what I wanted for my birthday, to which I replied I needed nothing. So, I then asked what he wanted, and his reply was the same. Then, almost simultaneously we said, why don’t we go away for the weekend?
