The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

Today on Gran Canaria, it rained something fierce. Blouses and trousers shook on the clothes lines and were left sodden, stretched and hanging. I prayed for them not to break loose and fly away. Knickers would be strewn across the pavement, bras caught on flag poles next to a sea of red and yellow and… Continue reading The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

Too many teachers spoil the broth

They all filter into the classroom like the condensation on my Coke can. Four of them, all older than me, all wiser than me, all infinitely better at life than me. One sells properties to banks (at least, that's what I gauged from his clumsy L1 expressions) and another wears too much eyeliner. Funny, isn't… Continue reading Too many teachers spoil the broth