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 »

Fingers and Newly Pedicured Toes Crossed

My iPad has been playing up, hence my silence on the blog.  It’s thrown out my hotmail and is taking slow to another level.  Two nights ago I fell asleep as it was buffering so long while I was waiting to comment on someone’s post on Facebook.  So, if you’ve e-mailed me or messaged me and I haven’t replied, my apologies, and this is the reason why.  It’s also messed up my Skype.  I’ve Skyped the Daughter several times and can see it’s ringing on the screen, yet she tells me it’s not ringing and her Skype has no record … Read the rest »

Recognised from the Rear

Yes, many of you have recognised it; my rear end in an advert.  So many texts, messages on FB and What’s App asking for confirmation that it was indeed mine.  And, yes, it is!  And seeing it in full HD has been quite a revelation.  And what’s interesting is that few people recognised me from the group scene at the end or in the ten second advert where I feature.  Yet everyone recognised my bum!  I’m hoping it was my dark red cardi that did it ( you had to supply your own clothes!). It’s enough to get you CONFUSED!… Read the rest »

Credit Where Credit’s Due

I woke up this morning to the disappointing news that Andy Murray has gone out of the US Open in the quarter-finals.  Boo!  Boo!  I would have like to see him defend his title – and so would he, I’m sure.  Never mind, he’s done so well this year taking the Wimbledon title and there’s still the Masters at the O2 in November.  Meanwhile my only cry can now be – VAMOS RAFA!

One thing I was glad for on waking was the drop in temperature.  I’m all heated-out.  The flat I’m living in is like an oven.  It has … Read the rest »