Could Be

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.

And that’s not all.

In the last … Read the rest »

Still Waiting…

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 »

I ❤️My Feral Heart

My Feral Heart

I had wanted to see it for such a long time but was thwarted at every turn, not helped of course by being abroad. And then, My Feral Heart came out on DVD.
So, it went straight onto my Christmas List and as I was a very good girl, Father Christmas – aka the Brother – brought it for me.

And it turned out to be worth every second of the wait.

It’s a long time since I’ve enjoyed a film so much. I don’t want to give anything away (the Daughter calls me the Spoiler … Read the rest »

Toasting With Lemsip

Happy New Year!

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 Little Bit of Deja Vu

I am so sorry for the delay in posting again. I’m really just treading water waiting for the sale of Avocado Cottage to go through. And I haven’t been too well lately.

So, to give you something to be getting on with here is an article I did for one of my favourite authors and a very special woman, Barbara Copperthwaite.

Enjoy!… 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 »

No Way Jose!

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.

And still … Read the rest »

Blue Angel and Clary Sage

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 »

The Bitch Is Not For Turning

It’s 4.15am and I am wide awake.

Today’s the day.  Irma will be passing too close for comfort late this afternoon through the evening and night and into tomorrow.  Already I can hear the wind outside as she starts to make her presence known.  I was awoken by a phone call from my neighbour S who was in the departure lounge at Gatwick North, waiting to board her flight here.  She asked me to check on a couple of things for her.  And, once awake, it’s been impossible to get back to sleep so I’ve spent the last hour online … Read the rest »