Mr Melon Man – THE FINAL

  “BOM DIA”  Mr. Melon Man swings his machete at an alarmingly wide arc shouting ‘Bom Dia’ – Valencia for good morning. Having been ‘told’ that this beautiful man stood before me will be instrumental in my life I have been patiently waiting for him to arrive for the last six months.  Jumping out ofContinue reading “Mr Melon Man – THE FINAL”

I Dance On Your Grave – A Celebration

Once Upon A Time,….The clock struck the twelfth hour, a boom of doom to wake the dead. Fairy godmother splutters, coughs and wheezes, her beating wings extracting yet more much needed air from her lungs drops to the floor, writhing in sheer agony. A metamorphous commences – some unknown and unbecoming force transforms fairy intoContinue reading “I Dance On Your Grave – A Celebration”

Where Are You Mr Melon Man? PART 4

  The thing about waiting is that while your consciously doing it, nothing seems to progress at lightening speed.   I am waiting for the melon man to arrive.  While I wait and wait some more I begin to think the psychic perception is a little off key.  That old friend called doubt begins toContinue reading “Where Are You Mr Melon Man? PART 4”

Where Are You Mr Melon Man PART 3

I look at the clock It’s 1pm, and five minutes later than I last looked.  I’m ready to go.  Well, I say ready – I’m physically ready.  I’m washed, dressed and I have some wine and homemade biscuits to take with me.  I look at the clock again jeez what do you expect it to do?Continue reading “Where Are You Mr Melon Man PART 3”

A Party On A Chicken’s Lip THE FINAL

The band strikes up.  I’m ousted from my chair I’m in the way as the temporary bar is put together in record time at the back corner of the marquee.  The coloured lights and the live Latin beats entice the first dancers to start jigging.  A group of women in their 60’s cackle call a group ofContinue reading “A Party On A Chicken’s Lip THE FINAL”

A Party on A Chicken’s Lip

To me, being natively English speaking the word ‘Fiesta’ means a smallish economical car made by the Ford Motor Company.  To the Spanish, the word ‘fiesta’ means any excuse to have or as they say, ‘make’ a party!  And, when I say ‘make’ a party….that is exactly what I mean.  They really do make their own fun.Continue reading “A Party on A Chicken’s Lip”

Dear Intruder – (An Open Letter)

The Epilogue to the series ‘While You Were Out – KAMA Called  Dear Intruder,  That night you broke into my house I sensed you before I saw you.  I sensed your menace.  After all, if not for menace why would you break into the house of a lone female at 3 AM?  I can’t say exactlyContinue reading “Dear Intruder – (An Open Letter)”

THE FINAL While You Were Out – KAMA Called

The door bangs but not as loud as the pounding in my chest.  I run, towel slipping, hair dripping trying to avoid the cucaracha and it’s black crunchy body armour.  The door.  Oh god the door.  I shove my man in the direction of the bedroom.  Under normal circumstances he would have been more than happy.  HeContinue reading “THE FINAL While You Were Out – KAMA Called”

While You Were Out – KAMA Called PART 6

The metro arrives with all the rumble and gust expected.  Soaking and dripping bodies clamber on.  The chatter is all the same.  The rain, it’s sheer force and how unexpected the torrent is.  I squeeze my man’s hand.  It’s a little cold but he squeezes mine in return before he scrutinises the map to assessContinue reading “While You Were Out – KAMA Called PART 6”


Dear  readers and fellow bloggers,  Welcome to the blogging equivalent of the adverts.  For those of you following the series ‘While You Were Out’ – Kama called the break in continuity is a bit annoying (Lisa??) But, these next few days are important to me and when I actually pen the conclusion to the KamaContinue reading “THE ANNOYING INTERVAL”