Bibsey

Oh so many things that I want to write about. I am a little mess of emotions. But I probably won’t write about them because, because, because… Love. Love is one of the things that has been high on my mind. As I lie next to my Bibble Bot, if and when I am called  [ Read More ]

Zis is Zee End. And I won’t lie to you, it is a bit of  a relief. In case you are new around these parts, I should explain that I have been blogging from AtoZ every day in April with Sunday’s off, unless I got behind in which case Sunday was my catch-up day. Much  [ Read More ]

Oh, we are so close to the end of the alphabet that I can almost taste it. I am having a Hannibal Lecter moment, yes I am. Anyone fancy coming over for dinner? No? So anyway, in at no. 25 is You don’t bring me flowers, Babs and The Diamond. Great hair all round wouldn’t you  [ Read More ]

X is for Xanadu. Not the best film ever made. My mum took me and my friend Lydia (who had these fantastic white cowboy boots with rhinestones on, of which I was terribly envious) to see it at the cinema when it came out. Even at that age I knew it was rubbish. Yes, I  [ Read More ]

OK, so I am a day late with W. Who can honestly say that they had noticed? Who can honestly say that they cared? Except perhaps my partner in alphabetical crime: the funny and clever Lady Lemons (not what she calls herself btw) over at Losing My Lemons. I love her. Although it was I  [ Read More ]

V is for Valerie. There’s going to be no mucking about today. I have actually been booked to do some paid work tomorrow, so I need to focus on that. Quite thrilling really, but I am a little nervous, as I always am with a new client, so I just need to quietly get prepared.  [ Read More ]

U is for Unbreakable. I only mention it because we aren’t are we? In fact the older we get the more breakable we become. If we are lucky, most of us sail through youth wrapped in an invincibility cloak like Harry Potter on ecstasy. This cloak allows us to make ill-advised trips to Kashmir, stay  [ Read More ]

***We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this very important rant about the toilet seat*** Yes, T is for toilet humour. Or rather toilet humour failure. There is this post doing the rounds of facebook at the moment entitled The Man Rules. It is written by a man/men and is, I imagine, some  [ Read More ]

S it for Secret Diary When I was making marmalade the other day I had to dig out my old pregnancy diary to get the recipe. Of course I then had to sit down and have a read. And let me tell you it reads like The Good, the Bad and the Ugly. Here is  [ Read More ]

R is for Red. My favourite colour. And the name of Bibsey’s favourite fictional heroine, after Goldilocks of course, Little Red Hidingwood [sic]. Now take a look at this picture and tell me where you have ever seen a more beautiful red. This is a tulip, one of a few, that we discovered hiding round  [ Read More ]

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Q is for Quando. When? As in when will this alphablogging end? This is a bit of a cheat because en Español it is cuando. But I rather suspect that any of you out there still reading, willing me, wanting me, to just f*cking finish already, are not going to pick nits over something so  [ Read More ]

P is for Paint. Painting. Painter. Painting it however you like. I am not great on the arts and crafts front with Bibsey. She always gets to do lots of stuff like that with the childminder and I don’t like the extra mess you see. There is only so much room for mess in this  [ Read More ]

O is for Oven gloves. And for off piste, as this is where I am going with this post. As with last year’s O is for Odd Socks post there is no theme, nor rhyme, nor reason. Can you detect a note of desperation? Perhaps I was going through the same patch of mid-alphabetical crazy  [ Read More ]

N is for Nunca. Nunca digas nunca jamás. Never say never ever (lit.) or Never Say Never Again, Mr Bond. I am the kind of girl who does not like to say never, ever. If you would ask me if I would ever go back to England to live my answer would probably be nunca  [ Read More ]

M is for Marmalade. I come from a family of marmalade makers. My granny, my mum, sister and aunts. They all make excellent marmalade. Really, the best. I have assisted on occasion and I have also made a pretty good batch or two myself. And why wouldn’t I with my lineage and living where I  [ Read More ]

L is for Little Girl. Here is my little girl after her 3rd birthday party yesterday. She fell asleep in my arms pretty much as soon as the last guests had left. It is at times like this that I remember that she really is still so very small and certainly not so big and  [ Read More ]

K is for Kissing with confidence. Who remembers this tune? If you do, I love you just for being my vintage and, I recommend that you play it while you read this post. As part of what might become a series of posts that could be entitled ‘tiny little niggles about living in Spain that  [ Read More ]

J is for Jurassic Park. Yes, yes, I know I am relying very heavily on the old dino-theme for my travels through the alphabet, but if you could see my house you would understand why. It is like Jurassic Park around here. There are more dinosaurs than you could shake a fairy wand at. Also  [ Read More ]

I love Spain. Sometimes I look out over our terrace and I can’t quite believe that I have come to land in such a beautiful spot. Everyday I get to drive up and down the mountain I feel in amongst it and much closer to nature than I ever have before. As I walk through  [ Read More ]

H is for Happiness. And I make no apology for the fact that H was for Happiness on this day last year. Bibsey sometimes comes to find me in the kitchen, where I will be slaving away over my laptop and stove, just for a hug. I won’ t lie to you. This makes me  [ Read More ]

G is for Great Expectations. Hmm. Anyone who knows me of old will be aware that I have made great strides in the cooking department. However, those same people might also raise an eyebrow at the thought of me catering for about 20+ people. Expectations of my culinary efforts in the past have been modest.  [ Read More ]

F is for flowers. This post is for my Mum who was supposed to be coming out to see us next week for Bibsey’s birthday. Unfortunately she is now not able to come. Obviously we are all very disappointed. And it is a particular shame as right now the hillsides are covered in wild flowers  [ Read More ]

E is for easy. Because we live in southern Spain, where the sun is said to shine 333 days of the year (not so this year, but please don’t worry about me), the beach is close, we can eat tapas every day if we want, and we are constantly wafting about smelling of suntan cream,  [ Read More ]

I don’t want to cause any alarm, but I feel I should report that I am living with dinosaur. And not just any dinosaur. This is the king of dinosaurs. Yes, I am living with T-Rex. I speak of course not of Mr B but of Bibsey. A while back Bibsey went through a phase  [ Read More ]

C is for Cry in the River. Huh? I will explain erm, somewhere near the end of the post. Here at Bibsey Towers we have got to the stage where communication with my nearly three year old has become a joy. Oh and a pain. But let’s get back to the joy. Conversations are astounding,  [ Read More ]

OK, I have a blogging window of about 30 minutes. Can I squeeze a post out in that time? Can I buggery. Yes, well spotted, B is for Buggery but this is not that type of blog. B  is also for Boogie Nights. Here at Bibsey Towers we like to dance. I may have mentioned  [ Read More ]

Morning all. I hope that you had a lovely Easter. You may now be wondering (or just as likely not) what a louche ‘n’ lazy, livin’ in the sun, expat blogger like me is doing on the blog so bright and early on a Monday morning. Well here’s why… I am blogging from AtoZ again.  [ Read More ]