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...
Yes, this confirmed southerner has ventured north of the Watford gap. The verdict, it’s cold, it’s wet, there’s freezing fog – basically the same as London then. Clearly I’m a bit of a fraud,
We were only in the house of love (E17) for a couple of days so here are the highlights. I still can’t get the song out of my head!
We're safely in our latest house-sit in York having done another quickie in London at the weekend.
I don't want to harp on about the war, but having spent close to three weeks in Normandy I can't just ignore it.
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.