Anyone that knows Terry will understand his complete distaste and mistrust of any kind of medical institution. So on a sunny day as I was prepping the pups meals he walked calmly into the kitchen holding his arm and said “babes I need to go to the hospital”. His words struck the fear of God… Read More Hospital, Tsigli 101, root chaos and sh*tageddon
I have called my Mom the americanised version of Mum for as long as I can remember. I have also named her Martyn Feverfew, Mamushka, Ma and Marty; most of these as I grew out of childhood and entered adulthood. My Mom is an incredibly talented woman who has no idea of the range of… Read More Mothers Day – a public ode to my Mom and all Moms generally
Terry and I have had visits from the good burghers of Gradishte on a regular basis. But they have been almost exclusively the old boys of the village. Originally they came to ensure Terry didn’t make any mistakes. Eight months on they come and park themselves up to watch and wonder. Few have seen the… Read More Village ladies, James and Petes, and outbuildings
I hardly know where to begin. The abundant sunshine and azure blue skies have caused such a flurry of activities; at home and around the village. The quiet and solitude of winter is banished to be replaced by bird song, bulbs, the rhythmic thud of spade on earth and villagers voices calling over fences and offering good… Read More Too much for a title!
I am going to apologise for posting an imageless blog but with a combination of good weather, external work commitments and a hectic schedule there simply hasn’t been time. I’ll catch up the images on the next post. Terry has found the core plug for the digger during the melt and the urban giraffe was… Read More All things garden, poly tunnels and “pig, pig, pig”
Terry has the finishing touches, construction wise, on the downstairs bathroom. The tiles we chose have turned out better than we had hoped. In our usual thrifty way we chose very well priced tiles for the majority of the tiling work on the walls then bought some end of line and super expensive but muchly reduced… Read More Bathroom 2, puppies, pigs and building stuff
Two days ago I drove to Levski and marvelled at the efficiency of nature and the degree of the thaw. The fields resemble nothing more than a melting Viennetta ice-cream cake. The chocolate brown of the earth rippled through the melting snow and tiny flecks of debris layered the surface like a sprinkling of stracciatella. The next… Read More From Viennetta to fluffy marshmallow, attaining residency and Braxton Hicks
