Now there was a time when they used to say that behind every - "great man", there had to be a - "great woman", but in these times of change you know that it's no longer true, so we're coming out of the kitchen, (This is a good thing, as otherwise my beloved couldn't get in there, and I would get totally fed up of a diet of fried egg butties - Even though I make excellent fried egg butties.) 'cause there's somethin' we forgot to say to you: Sisters are doing it for themselves; standing on their own two feet, and ringing on their own bells. ..........
Now we ain't making stories, and we ain't laying plans, 'cause a man still loves a woman, and a woman still loves a man................... Habiiiiiibiiiiiii!
P.S. Oh, and this may be a foolish move, but since I generally mean what I say, and more or less manage to say what I mean, and I'm sure none of it really matters anyway, I thought I'd quit hiding behind my adorable little duckie. But for all her fans, I give you the one, the only,
MamaDuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!
And, as befits one of her extraordinary talents - author of the classic novel of Anatidae adventure, Duckleberry Finn; star of the cult TV series Ducktor Who, and the ever-popular Ducks of Hazzard; director of the groundbreaking movie Sex, Lies and Ducktape, and the more populist Duck Rogers; lead vocalist with the Three Duckies, and composer of that great Motown hit Duck! In the Name of Love - I am delighted to be able to reveal that when the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences conduckted a worldwide survey to select this year's recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Award, MamaDuck was far and away the most popular choice. Donald Duck is coming out of retirement to present her with the coveted statuette.
Of course, MamaDuck thinks the fuss is quite riduckulous, and was heard to mutter, "Cor, luvaduck, what a lot of fuss for little me." at a recent press conference, but for her many, many fans, there never was a happier day than when she was - at last - induckted into the Hollywood Hall of Fame, and left her distinctive signature in the wet concrete of Hollywood Boulevard. See you at the Oscars!
Yet another English teacher in Madrid. In 1994 we left England, and a recession, and tootled off to the Middle East. In 2007 we came back to Europe - choosing Spain, a western European country with a remarkable Arab and Asian cultural heritage. We thought we'd have a couple of years in a European capital (galleries! theatre!) - find our feet, learn the language, reconnoitre - before moving somewhere fertile and cheap, where we could keep one foot in the day job, and the other ankle deep in compost, home grown fruit & veg and chicken poo... er.. eggs..
Two years - and another recession - later, we're still happy where we are. We'll have chickens one day, but for now, life is good just the way it is. Which is largely why I rarely have time to blog it!
2 Comments:
You're quackers!
But it's good to see your real feathers after all this time!
Noooooooooooo respect.
But I'll settle for affection!
Gracias, cariño.
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