The world from my window

Back in Corfu and we've just learned that the village where we lived for a year is set to become another film location for The Durrells. But we're here only for a few more days so we will miss all the excitement. Still, we've walked up the beach to see the house which the family make their home, in the television version at least, and seen evidence in town today of areas being cordoned off for filming in a few days' time. When it comes to The Durrells, we know they're going to just love our village and one location in particular. It's one of my favourite places.  Talking of excitement, we also missed the annual parade to mark the 153rd anniversary of the unification of the Ionian Islands. We hear there were aerobatics above Garitsa Bay as a Greek fighter jet wound its way over Corfu Town. We were on the other side of the Corfu Channel at the time, enjoying the most wonderful filoxenia  (kindness to strangers) in Dodoni. If you ever get the c

There are dads and young sons here with matching haircuts, some nicely styled and graduated and others like cowpats sitting on top of heads.  I am surrounded by testosterone-charged men and some for whom surging male hormones are but yet a dream, yelling in unison that the referee doesn't know what he's doing.    I expected the overriding aroma to be one of body odour and the great scent of Lynx. But all I can smell is washing powder on freshly-laundered fan kits. We're at Ashton Gate for Bristol City's last game of the season. There's a record crowd of 25,404 for this match against Birmingham City.  I don't like football but I love the fact that Mr Grigg's team has Drink Up Thy Zider as a theme tune. There are lots of male bonding moments. Bristol City lose 1-0 but there's a consolation prize later as the home team does a parade around the ground. Mr Grigg buys me a new red hoodie, just to annoy our neighbour, and then we have a couple o