We’re almost British again, almost but not quite, not really. When you live abroad you get to keep your British passport but, in a way...
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Et tu, butty. Stabbed in the back by a roll packed with turkey and stuffing, assisted in its mutinous action by chipolata sausages, two cold...
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Starting with a title like that is just asking people to take free potshots at me. But it's true, I can't write; not at the...
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“I'm on the lookout for thieves,” the woman patrolling the cork forest next to our house told us. I hadn't thought of the area where...
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The sheep have been sent out to work. Not a lot has happened in our part of Portugal since the last entry. Spring has popped...
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It's a dreich old morning; the wind's howling and the rain's lashing against the living room window. It's blowing in from the south west which...
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A week ago it was 5C in our kitchen first thing in the morning, rising to a balmy 7/8C by midday. The kitchen wasn't the...
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€1.80 per portion. That's what our meal cost us last night. It was a creamy and zesty salmon carbonara which I'd happily have paid €10...
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Why write it? What makes it different from any other travelogue about life in another country? These are the sort of questions I beat myself...
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