At lunch with some of my young
daughter's friends on Sunday, I heard one ask another: "Which is
your favourite bacterium?". After which there was a 5 minute
chat on the attributes of various candidates. One of them, it turned
out, was a scientist and the other a doctor. Happily, I'd finished
eating.
You'll forgive me for not
placing any trust in the Cambridge University study which concluded
that a daily siesta shortens your
life. Especially as they don't know why. It's just a coincidence that
Spanish longevity is the best in Europe, I suppose.
Reading The Sunday Times is a real challenge.
Specifically, where to find a bin in which to dump the 9 sections you
don't want to read. Spain's weekend papers have, of course, been
heading in this direction for years, though the internet's impact may
well have slowed down 'progress'.
Orwell would have loved this
abuse of language. . . I see that the coffee my sister favours comes
a third of the way along a bar labelled 'Smooth' at one end and
'Rich' at the other. What they mean, of course, is 'Weak' and
'Strong'.
I keep bumping up against the problem that shops
in Britain close around 5pm, just when most of those in Spain are
opening up for the evening shift of 5-8pm. Or even 5-9. Frustrating.
Finally . . . I saw recently that
someone had called their child L'Wren. This is perhaps not as
bad as Will.i.am and I look forward to seeing L'Wrence,
L'Ora and L'Orna in due course. Inter alia.
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