There's more than One Direction at Christmas
Well, back in Blighty and the weather vane is toppling over. When it spins round it's like when Hitchcock met Dali. It's like a metaphor for my life at the moment. Even before the winds and gales started up, I was confused about which way to go, what with one foot in Corfu and my heart in England. You see, while the children and grandchildren talked about One Direction over Christmas dinner, for me it's more like every which way but loose. The reason I haven't blogged for ages is that I just don't quite know where I am. Still, the New Year and 2014 holds lots of exciting things. Maybe more books, certainly more Corfu and maybe a new job, if anyone will have me. Who knows? It's best not to plan too much. The main thing is I am healthy, if not wealthy and wise. In the meantime, I am soaking up the good old English weather - literally - and all things Westcountry. Across the UK we've had floods and gales. My friend Tuppence's barbecue took ...