My birthday fell during our stay in Catalonia. And they sell piñatas in our local supermarket. Think you can see where this is going...?
Even the most original things follow patterns. After looking after 13 dogs in six months, I've summed up dogs' responses to house-sitters in three words - QUIETloudQUIET.
So, we're in Catalonia. Living in the last occupied house on a dirt road into the mountains, right on the cusp of where humanity cedes any semblance of control back to nature.
York. Christmas. Fox Terriers. Here's what we liked best...
We're safely in our latest house-sit in York having done another quickie in London at the weekend.
Brittany, as expected, proved to be cheaper than London. We spent more than five weeks living in a beautiful old house near Dinan for a grand total of £510. Who says travel needs to be expensive? And for that small outlay we got a lot.
Good H, bad E, internet forcefields and a fate worse than a fate worse than death. Just another day in the life of a mobile internet junkie.
London is expensive. We knew this and were braced for our budget to evaporate. It didn't. During our month living in London we spent £662.54. You could do it for a lot less.
You can't ignore Mr Ginge, you can't hide from Mr Ginge. He is the feline Chuck Norris. And he's bloody brilliant.
On the morning of July 3 I boarded a ferry in Calais. I emerged in Dover 100s of words better off and with a newfound love for aquatic offices.