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Selling it I suspect I’m not exactly selling my readers on Sitges this year. Well, obviously that doesn’t matter to Sitges itself – it can take the blow, I think – and most readers will have already decided, quite rightly, that the problems lie with me rather than with the town. But I’m thinking particularly…

Tomorrow I shall go to Girona for the day – a good idea, as I clearly need to get out of my funk here (for which pardon me – here I am blogging about a lovely vacation spot and just handing you a lot of neurotic miseries; chalk it up to the heat, and reading…

A little bit in the way Many people, of course, either through a mis-fit in a family situation or by advancing age, become the slightly awkward one in a social/familial nexus: the peculiar aunt or uncle who doesn’t quite fit in, who has their amusing side, but really is just a bit in the way…

Repetition and Acquisition A pleasant day, if one that is philosophically suspect: Susan and Rob and I went in to Barcelona, and walked and shopped and talked and ate and drank…. What is odd about it is that almost everything was familiar from previous visits: lunch was again at Santa Maria, a mild example of…

Disgruntled In travel, in holidays, in being somewhere else, there is often a point where it all becomes hopelessly and ridiculously irritating: the mild sunburn, the mosquito bite, the change in food – the need to decide when to make the big trip into town, the anxieties that one’s favorite outings won’t happen, the worry…

Filing cabinet This second day: struggling with the different structure of the day (unbearably hot in the early afternoon, which means I should have gotten up earlier; trying to sleep, then wake, at peculiar times – I remember the gnomic statement made by Dennis, years ago: “No one knows when the Spanish sleep”); but struggling…