With the wonderful Brenda Lee Brown at London Rocks book-signing
Today I am wearing my Book Reviewer’s hat. And I am delighted the book I am reviewing is London Rocks by Brenda Lee Brown. It is the story of Dante Brookes, a young man growing up in the London of the late Seventies/early Eighties. Sound systems ruled the flourishing party scene for young Black-British youths of Caribbean heritage.
Our hero deals with a lot, including the death of someone close, constant stop-and-search and teenage fatherhood. He isn’t always 100% likeable…and yet… I liked him.
Well. I have news. Both my buyer and I have executed the Agreement of Sale for Avocado Cottage!! As the Daughter would say, “Woo hoo!” I am still pinching myself and as I lay in bed at night my brain whirls with the fifty highly-unlikely scenarios that might, just might, happen to stop us completing. Crazy, isn’t it? I think I’ve become so disillusioned with the whole, slow process that I am finding it hard to believe we are at this stage. And I certainly don’t want to put the mockers on myself.
Yep! Still waiting for Caribbean Union Bank to come up with a decision on my prospective buyers’ mortgage application. In the age of technology and instant decisions it’s taken them since 12th December. Last week the loans officer decided the bank needed to see the Sale Agreement. She couldn’t have said that two months ago? Anyway my very capable solicitor pulled one together almost immediately. I agreed it. She then sent it to the buyers who had a query and by the time they tried to get back to her it was after 5pm on Friday and she’d gone home … Read the rest »
Finally! After leaving her here ten months ago I’m back in Ibiza with the Daughter. And it’s bloody lovely! She’s made a life for herself here; her Spanish has come on in leaps and bounds; she’s made friends and not only has she got a great job that she excels at, she’s also got a beautiful little flat that she’s made into a home. This is the view before me as I write this:
View from the Daughter’s place
It’s overcast today with no breeze, so it’s pleasant and the sea is calm. Every night since I’ve been here I’ve … Read the rest »
Goodness me, it’s been a while since I put fingertips to keyboard and posted something for you. Sincere apologies! But there are two fundamental reasons for my extended silence.
The first, it’s all been bad news really and nobody wants to read about other people’s problems; most have enough with their own without having to listen to mine. 2017 was a tough old year – three hurricanes, the sale of Avocado Cottage falling through four times, banging my head against a brick wall against so many people and things in both Antigua and UK, finding myself with … Read the rest »
A hundred and eighteen years.
That’s the length of time since Antigua was affected by three hurricanes in one hurricane season. On Monday night – Tuesday morning we had the third hurricane in the space of thirteen days. So what’s with the talk of Global Warming? If we were having three hurricanes in one season a hundred and eighteen years ago it’s not a new phenomenon.
But whatever the reasons – it’s harsh, it’s brutal and it’s scary. Antigua has been spared the worst of it. This third hurricane – Maria – was the worst of the three. We … Read the rest »
Well, after much macho, Alpha Male posturing and threatening, Irma’s mate Jose stamped his foot, flipped his cape and turned north in plenty of time to miss us head on and to act out the worst of his anger over the Atlantic. Phew! What a blessing! Our small island has had quite enough to deal with.
When I look at the radar picture showing Barbuda in the eye of Hurricane Irma and us just thirty-nine miles to the south my stomach churns and I break out into a cold sweat.
Radar picture showing Barbuda right in Irma’s eye.
During the school holidays when we were children, the Sister and I used to get Our Mum to make us jam sandwiches and we’d take them and a plastic flask filled with water, or if we were really lucky, Tizer, and go into the garden or over the park to have An Adventure. We never really knew what An Adventure was; we’d just knew that’s what the Famous Five and the Secret Seven did so we followed suit.
In sixth form I was the first to put her name down for the school trip to Majorca because I knew it … Read the rest »