The Christmas Chronicles Part 1 – Santa Does Duty Free

Santa waits to board the Boeing 737 airbus that is scheduled to depart at 11:55 pm. His carry on case was dutifully stuffed into a metal rack to see if it exceeded the dimensions and then weighed before being  scrutinised by security. Standing in the line he stretches his toes while inwardly thanking his darlingContinue reading “The Christmas Chronicles Part 1 – Santa Does Duty Free”

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

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”

PART 3 The Toothbrush Tantrums

Have you ever told a lie for someone else and then ended up regretting it?  Or perhaps kama has given you a gentle reminder that it is indeed a bad thing to do.  I arrive home from work.  Bag on my shoulders, sweat dripping.  Even though it’s getting on for late evening the city isContinue reading “PART 3 The Toothbrush Tantrums”