Ah well, it's that time of year again when it rains and it doesn't just drizzle or spit it chucks it down in buckets from the heavens and the whole of North Cyprus turns into mud island - every single
Many tour operators and rental villa owners promote Cyprus as an island for all seasons, sunny for between 320 and 365 days of the year and they are actually spot on - it is sunny almost everyday even if not
Be prepared for a rant and a rave for I need to let off a considerable amount of steam and if I'm not allowed to do it in the form of writing about power cuts and invisible builders in North
Since I 'retired' or downsized - call it what you will - but since I gave up working 60 hour weeks for evil banks and corporates I have never actually been so busy and wonder just how I ever had
Cyprus is a funny old place - did you know that some people don't even know that the island is divided whilst others believe it's divided because Turkish soldiers took the random decision to invade for no good reason whatsoever
I know I should count myself lucky, and most of the time I really do - after all I live in a house that's complete, pretty much perfect and which has stunning sea views and (thanks to Tolga the amazing
Mañana, mañana' has much the same meaning (not literal translation, I know) as 'yavas, yavas' or even 'yarin, yarin' which all of us expats living in North Cyprus are very familiar with. In fact, if you're buying property here your
This is an open letter to the irresponsible, cruel and incredibly ignorant people who watched me go out for a walk yesterday evening, who waited until I was out of sight and who them dumped a box full of wriggly
On Sunday a certain British friend of mine required our presence at lunch with her maybe-one-day-to-be Cypriot in-laws as she determined our combined Turkish language skills would be better pooled at such an occasion! So off we went to Yayla
Heading away from Yayla off road and into the back of beyond where it's totally deserted and on the way to the beach, we came across mile upon mile of huge pipes with a few men and a JCB industriously
When is a Weimaraner not a Weimaraner - well, when it has a big ginger belly, manky yellow eyes, a bald pink chest, bingo lips, bingo chins, hovercraft hips and attitude, possibly? And that's about as fair a description as
For my birthday (a while back now) we went to stay at the Hilton in Nicosia - we had a dog sitter for the weekend and we just turned the PCs and the phones off and went rumpetta rumpetta rumpetta
Well it's that time of year again when we move house. We're basically gypsies I think because we can't stay put in one country for more than three years or one house for more than twelve months! It's not just
When you move about as much as we do there are certain constants that you need to keep in your life to stop you from going round the merry twist - for example, himself always needs a pot of Marmite
Well, deary me â€" there we all were sitting down happily watching evil Stella bully poor little Ben on Eastenders when down came a spider to sit down beside me and off I ran screaming to the safety of the
