Bug
Midlife in Mallorca
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3y ago
We arrived carrying a six-pack and a homemade coleslaw, standard offerings to a barbeque with friends - only to be greeted by excited kids who had found a bunch of tiny kittens behind the garden shed. I didn't want to look, I'm sure they're fine I said. But they were waiting for me to turn up with pity, time and deep pockets, to take this kitten under my ever expanding wing and nurse him back to health. Welcome to our family Bug.  He was emaciated and dehydrated, his eyes were stuck together and swollen with a mass of yellow gunk. One eye was so large it looked like it might explode. He s ..read more
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Freedom Phase 0
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
She jiggled her hips as she chose her fruit. The music quietly hummed through the supermarket to soothe us as we shopped, people were masked and alone - avoiding each other as we had been told to do, but now, it felt right not be near strangers. She grooved her way down the potato aisle, towards the fish counter, still subtly swinging her tooshie from side to side. "All we have to do now is take these lies  And make them true somehow  All we have to see is that I don't belong to you  And you don't belong to me yeah yeah  Freedom  Freedom  Freeeeeeedom..." Her exc ..read more
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Adventure
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
We squeezed in a great adventure before the lock down. A wild weekend so exciting, a true and rare thrill with very little regard for health or safety. She's brave enough to ride fast with me these days. After many years of riding and falling off horses my eldest daughter is starting to fear less and enjoy the adrenaline associated with hard and fast gallops. We headed east on our Mediterranean island to a stables run by the original mallorquin cowboy for a night in a tepee, riding ex-racehorses and those who had been given a second chance. I worried about her being on that big and spirited g ..read more
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Day 13
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
I thought I'd write more. Make the most of this time, maybe learn Spanish fluently and start that book I've always promised myself. I envisaged some yoga, a try at meditation, experimenting with new recipes and really getting to know what I would like out of the rest of my life. The truth is that this is no ordinary vacation from the everyday. There has been a lot of stress, worry and tension. My back aches from the lack of movement and my head aches from the whirring constant buzz of kids needing help with their schooling, with social media, with every ping of my phone, with needing to answe ..read more
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Lock down
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
We are in day 3 of lock down. Or day 4 depending when you count it from. Coronavirus has hit our island with force and we have been ordered to stay in. No socialising. No school. No work. No going out for any-reason-at-all except for food, the doctors or to walk your dog. Oh how we laughed last week at the lone man in the supermarket wearing a mask. Oh how we chastised the parents who wouldn't let their children go to school. Oh how I giggled at people who bought latex gloves. And then we started not to kiss our friends on meeting. And then we cancelled social events. And then I went shopping ..read more
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Summers end
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
Like clockwork, like groundhog day, the summer is switched off and the autumn begins. Today I awoke to black stormy clouds promising to break the long, scorching, dusty summer. The garden waits patiently for the first drops to fall. It's exciting, that first hesitation of the relentless heat, the animals sense it too. Of course, this isn't the actual end of summer. We can expect days of glorious sunshine, plenty more beach trips and days by the pool. Today is just the first day to reflect on what has been, and what is about to come. The ridiculously long holidays have gone by in a whirl of ..read more
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Traditions
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
Every year we go to Nit de Foc in the village - which creates great excitement, nerves and the allowance of almost-swearing. My youngest repeats the phrase as often as she can, delighting in the foc more than any other word. For Nit de Foc literally means, night of fire in Mallorquin. A night when we dance with the devil and scream with fear and hysteria while the demons chase us, positively terrifying the kids to their core. There is zero regard for health and safety which is what I love, and upon only receiving a small burn this year, the temptation to get closer next year is great. We hav ..read more
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Swimming before breakfast
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
'Hasta la cuarenta de mayo, no se quita el sayo'  Literally means don't take your coat off until the 40th May (10th June). He says it with a wry smile and wise look every year as we don our shorts too early. And he is always right. Although there are many hot days, beautiful days, sunshiny days - the real heat doesn't happen until the 10th of June. And from the 10th June he nods assertively, knowingly and says, 'Everyday, a little bit hotter' until we can stand it no more and we go and live in the sea. Every year, with a flick of a switch around the middle of June, Mallorca becomes unbearabl ..read more
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End of an era
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4y ago
No more assemblies and end-of-term-plays No more singing at long choir days No more oversized T-shirts for messy, fun art No more paper mache in the shape of a heart No more reminding of PE kits and packed lunches No more squabbles and tearful playground punches No more weekly spelling tests or dreaded learning logs No more writing about ponies and dogs No more giving your teachers a gift and a card No more sports days where you tried really hard No more birthday cakes to take to your whole class No more playing handstands on the freshly cut grass Primary days are now over for you both I ..read more
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Goals
Midlife in Mallorca
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4y ago
When I was a kid I dreamed of winning a gold medal at the Olympics. I would mount the wall at the front of our house, snap a twig from a tree as my riding crop and kick my reluctant steed into action. Always I was soaring over the fences, taking sharp turns with ease and winning, yet again, to the roar of the crowd. The reality is of course a little different. I was lucky enough to have a pony when I was a teenager, who would buck and refuse the first fence. Often a disqualification for me. Then twenty five years later I started riding again on a beautiful, if unpredictable, horse who was way ..read more
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