A few days in Lincolnshire in mid-January were a necessary trip, but possibly not what the doctor might prescribe.
The last few weeks of 2018 have not been plain sailing. There have been reheated family feuds, ongoing worries about the welfare of my nephew on the high seas, the loss of a dear friend, and personal anxiety over B****t. The end of year quiz was a remarkably subdued affair as a result.
Perpetually scorned from the pool of survey respondees to parrot Vienna's high quality of living, the Curmudgeon muses about the superficiality of some expats.
Death is a favourite topic among the Viennese. 1st November is renowned for being a day of mourning, tending of graves and family contemplation.
With a public holiday on 26th October to celebrate the anniversary of Austria's independence-cum-neutrality in 1955 following the defeat of the Third Reich in the Second World War and subsequent occupation by the allied powers, we decided to take full advantage of the public holiday falling on a Friday to push the boat out at … Continue reading A swinging party in the Cottage
Curmudgeon hosts some Northern Ireland fans and muses about how the UEFA Nations League works. Salvation is later found in podcast form.
Curmudgeon tries his hand at jam-making, albeit with a distinct lack of success, apart from in expediting a thorough cleaning of the kitchen.