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Bacon, Freud and the London School – Museo Picasso Málaga

A new exhibition – Bacon, Freud y La Escuela de Londres – has rolled into town. Not Órgiva but sunny Málaga which, on this visit, had burst into life like a disturbed ants’ nest. The summer has truly begun and the tourists were out in force. Soon after arrival – but after a plate of fried … Continue reading

A visit to a past life

Sure, it’s not like we’ve been away that long, and little changes, right? Yes, pretty much, apart from London’s desire to build and build – bonkers City blocks and rabbit hutch flats further out. Even the jars of passata at the Italian deli were in exactly the same position, just new photos of the owners’s recent offspring pinned … Continue reading

Will you still love me too, Moro?

In the sad week that both England and Spain were dumped out of the Copa del Mundo and one of the best songwriters ever, Gerry Goffin, died at 75, we had a celebration – a birthday. Not a major one but perhaps a toe-dip into the other side of life’s pond. Apart from the odd curry we’re … Continue reading

London Calling – goodbye, for now

In a few weeks it’ll be Goodbye London’, for a while at least. We’ll hear you calling. We took these photos today. In just one hour, as London slowly awoke and rubbed its eyes in the bright sunshine, we walked a familiar path around the West End and Soho, visiting our favourite places. It’s possibly … Continue reading

Toys ‘R’ (not coming with) Us

Moving abroad, even temporarily, focuses the mind. For raising stress levels, isn’t it in the top three – along with bereavement and divorce? Decisions have to be made about kitchen equipment, books, CDs, old correspondence – and things you’ve thought you’d need one day ‘just in case’ are, in fact, useless, horrendously designed or non-functioning. … Continue reading

A giant leap…

Things have moved on since our last post. We’ve resigned from work (huge cheers all round) and found a place to stay in Órgiva. The flights are booked – including the cats (seat 27A and 27B, we’ll sit nearer the front) – and car hire to get our miserly belongings (clothes and stuff, not the cats, … Continue reading

If a job’s worth doing…

In preparing to go to Spain we have lists reminding us what we need to do. One, renting our property, is particularly challenging. It’s a never-ending ticker tape of fixing, painting and…well, just doing stuff. Some things we have to do, like getting a Gas Safety certificate, others we wish we didn’t have to – … Continue reading

Copita tapas bar, London

What one needs after searching for curtain fabric is a glass of wine. Luckily we stumbled across Copita in D’Arblay Street. And what a find. D’Arblay Street – laid out in 1735 when Philip V was King of Spain and named after the novelist and playwright Fanny Burney (later Madame D’Arblay) – is a tiny road in Soho, … Continue reading