Bad blogger

I am a bad blogger. Not quite as bad as the dog who rips the bin apart as soon as I turn my back, and certainly not as bad as the naughty boys who’ve messed up the global economy, but bad nonetheless. I’ve missed lots of opportunities to blog and to express myself recently, but it’s a bit tricky really to keep all of my thoughts in my head long enough to get them down.

My life is going in all sorts of directions at the moment, is yours? I’ve asked a friend of mine, who is into the big picture and meanings of life etc to explain, and she told me that it was ‘All Change’ for everyone. Apparently Obama is a big signpost for this change, God I hope he doesn’t mess up.

Family life is ticking over, G learns another million words everyday, and another trillion ways to use them, normally to express her position on any given subject. Happily, she is learning to read and is very interested in learning how to write. She seems to have made the division between the language she speaks at school and the language she speaks at home now as an apple is no longer a ‘poma’ which has made teaching her the letter A a lot easier.

Mallorca is standing still, holding its breath to see what will happen with the tourist industry this year. People (who have no more claim on being an expert than I do) are sagely saying, ‘the people who have money, still have money’ but to be honest I am no more broke now than I was when the credit crunch became something we all knew about. I don’t know yet if it has affected me, but I know it has affected the people with money. We are still shopping at the supermarket, still turning on the lights when we get home, still cracking open a €2 bottle of wine. But so far we haven’t had to curb our caviar and speedboat habits, as we’ve never had them!

We shall see. . .

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