Northants girl in Mallorca

Manolo and I acquired some new additions to our little family. Sam’s cat had a litter of criminally gorgeous kittens, and following some sort of madcap mental aberration, we decided to take two of them. One was totally black and the other tabby; I had never had cats before and am terribly allergic... Sign in to see full entry.

My final departure from the restaurant was under rather a cloud. It all stemmed from one incident. For a few days prior to ‘the incident’, three young Norwegian boys had been coming into the restaurant for lunch. They were really very young, probably between 10 and 12 years old, but in they trotted... Sign in to see full entry.

So I felt that my life in Spain had got off to a pretty good start. I had a job, albeit menial and knackering, and I was head over heels in love with my sexy Spanish gypsy. Life was good. The language was turning out to be pretty easy for me to pick up; there was just one small stumbling block that... Sign in to see full entry.

I had only been in Mallorca for a few days when I met Manolo. Going down for supper in the restaurant beneath my apartment became something of a habit in the days that I spent tramping the streets in my hunt for work. The waiters even began to reserve my preferred corner table, although I hadn't... Sign in to see full entry.

So after two increasingly desperate weeks in Mallorca, I finally started work as a waitress at the "El Molino" restaurant. I arrived early on my first day; extremely proud in my pristine new uniform. The Valencian barman, Angel, showed me around and introduced me to my new colleagues. The kitchen... Sign in to see full entry.

I had been in Mallorca for; um let's see now - about a day; before the first rosy glow started wearing a little thin. After that first delirious evening, I climbed into bed; fully expecting not to be able even to close my eyes; only to wake ten hours later after a deep and dreamless sleep. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Where to begin? Not at the beginning, that's for sure. Heaven forbid I bore you irrevocably at this early stage. So how about at the moment I decided to leave England? Well there I was; young and exceedingly silly; working as the junior receptionist in the Market Harborough Medical Centre. Probably... Sign in to see full entry.