My other half just told me something weird. Something I found a bit hard to believe. So I typed in London, cocaine, River Thames and eels and you know what? He's right. 

To get home we took a taxi, then a coach, the tube, a train and a car. Then we had dinner, went to bed and got up again to complete the journey. Another car, train, bus, train and a plane and then another bus and as I waited to buy a coach ticket for the final leg of the journey I looked up at a timetable and it said Bilbao/Irun and there was something in the words that made me want to continue my journey even though I was now exhausted. My feet felt itchy and I said to husband 'let's keep going. I don't want to stop now. Let's go somewhere else'. We didn't. We went home, but something was calling me. The Basque country. 

Why would someone living in the Arab Emirates read my blog? 128 posts or page views? Really? The other week it was France. Have you nothing else better to do???!!!!

On a more serious note. The British often begrudgingly admire the way the French protest. You know, refusing to budge until demands are met and smashing the place up a bit to make sure their leaders know they aren't messing about. Recently 700,000 British people demonstrated through the streets of London to show they are not happy with Brexit and to say perhaps there should be a second vote. Did they go crazy? Did they run through the streets shouting 'we are all French now!' carrying out acts of mindless violence. No, they didn't, but perhaps they should have done. That would have really given the politicians something to take their minds off things. I say people should smash things up a bit more. Instead everyone had a jolly time and then went home to watch Strictly and have a nice cup of tea. Some minister or another says there shouldn't be a second vote. That if there is, and the 'will of the people' isn't carried out there will be violence on the streets of the kind never seen before. He says this as he looks out of his window at Westminster and sees about a hundred people wearing yellow jackets protesting. They have a list of grievances and it includes just about everything. People are now starting to argue with people they don't know on the street which is no surprise seeing as everyone has fallen out with their family friends and colleagues on the matter. The Tories have liquidated themselves. As for the other lot, well. Today is Theresa May's Big Nothing day. Everyone else is staying in because it's too cold and there's that programme where you watch other people watching programmes. Or Netflix. No one really understands any of it anymore except it all looks like a cross between Monty Python and Blackadder. What a load of old cobblers.Business as usual.

I have just seen my new neighbours. I said hello and the father completely ignored me. I said hello again and he still gave me the cold shoulder. His children, I presume they are his kids, said hello and smiled while the mother hid behind the door. I immediately felt they must be racists ( the parents) and then thought maybe they are just rude. Then I wondered if they are shy or perhaps deaf. We never know what people are going through. Now my imagination is telling me they are probably on the run.

The study is full of papers, notes, diaries. My life is one long unfinished short story. I found an old note in a box that said the following, which I presume were new year's resolutions of some kind....

Leave the theatre

Start teaching 

Live in Madrid

Speak Spanish

Art Heist.

People who don't speak other languages that think they know how people who speak other languages think and feel.