Monthly Archives: April 2012

It’s hot and sunny. The old bag is delighted with herself. A visit to the souk and hardly got lost at all, despite the fact that someone had bought my lilac chest of drawers’ landmark. Managed to say F*** off … Continue reading →

Veronika is departing for Paris via Agadir. I am exhausted. She is indeed a force of the universe, me a mere smattering of tarmacadam now pulverised into a footprint beneath her steamroller of good intent. “ You Ave to go … Continue reading →

Jean Willoughby almost knocks me off my feet as I walk through the gardens to breakfast. Jean Willoughby at least I think that is her name, so surprised am I at hearing my native tongue with only the slightest hint … Continue reading →