Three days after Amalia had left us for a sojourn in Sofia we had a Facebook message. she’d missed her bus to us. Terry of course leapt into the van and went and picked her up. I sat at home and thought “oh bloody hell Ami’s coming, then James and Josh and then Dani and Alfie” I looked… Read More Veliko Tarnovo, the Levski market and bi polar weather
Early on the morning of 6th June we set out for Sofia airport to pick up Amalia. Two minutes into the journey the heavens opened and a torrential downpour enveloped the landscape of the mid Danubian Plains. A further two minutes into the journey the windscreen wipers gave up the ghost. Terry walked out… Read More Sofia, Amalia and the summer kitchen
In our haste to leave the UK I forgot to prepare for Fathers day so this blog is a tribute to my Dad, my Da. Pa, Papster, vitus parenti, hearts felt and every other name I’ve called him over the years. Every child needs a father and it matters not an iota whether they are… Read More Tribute to Dads on Fathers Day; especially mine
Getting anywhere in the garden was becoming problematic because of the Triffid like quality of the flora and floribunda. So on a hot and humid day I went abroad armed with two pairs of secateurs. a saw and a pair of gloves. This was of course very ambitious! Terry sensibly made haste for the loft… Read More Hacking back the jungle, joists and imminent visit
Ilia bought round three of his friends today to look at the boiler and the electrics. I wish I’d have taken a picture but I’m still unsure what the protocol is with Bulgarians and gratuitous photo taking. Everyone agreed that nothing seemed out of place. Everyone looked and poked and looked wisely at first the boiler and… Read More Eureka with Ohms, the loft and bygone treasure
On Wednesday morning Ilia our neighbour announced his arrival by a resonant Allo from behind the board of OSB we’d placed over the entrance to the garden. He came in and without breath started speaking to us in Bulgarian as if we were fluent. His soliloquy was met by two blank faces and two very… Read More Water water everywhere but not a drop to drink
Where do I begin? We’ve actually been in Gradishte for 3 weeks today. However we’ve had neither internet nor time to blog. In a nutshell the house exchanged and my wonderful parents lent us the money to leave before the completion and offered to handle the completion with the agents and solicitors too. Terrys parents,… Read More Where do I begin!
Gradishte Dream 