Thanks my cyber friends!

Thank you all for taking some time to write to me. I was inundated with mails from as far as Brasil, Germany, Argentina and, of course, Bristol. It's really moving to know that I do have many dear friends whom, despite being far away, love me and are more than willing to give me a pat in the back (or a kick in the backside when needed!).

After a few days feeling truly rotten, and after getting an upset stomach and bad sleep for days due to stress, I'm feeling a bit better. The weather here is so nice that is hard to be sad with the sun shinning so warmly.

My dad is back in Argentina and although I do miss him, it's nice to have the house to ourselves and to be able to walk around the house in my undies again scandalising only my son.

Did I mention you how conservative Patxi is? I don't know where does he get it from but sometimes he sounds as an old Tory gentleman disproving of everything.
A few days ago we were watching the local news about an 11 years-old girl who is pregnant in Almeria or another city in Spain. As Patxi's studying a bit about sex, puberty and the rest in school, I pointed the news to him as an introduction to talk about condoms, etc. I said: -"look, that girl is your age and she's pregnant" to which he looked up shaking his head in deep disapproval and muttered: -"and I bet she's not even married!".
He complains about women going topless on the beach to the rudeness of Spanish kids and everything in between. He's idealising England and I'm afraid that one of this days he's going to say he miss the England of "the village cricket team, warm beer and spinsters cycling through country lanes to communion" as in the John Major's silly speech.
I do miss Bristol too, not only my friends and colleagues but things like walking down Gloucester Road checking the charity shops, Indian food and even the rain! As my friend Miriam put in her mail from Brazil (after living 18 years in Bristol): - "I don't know what it is about Britain that it grows on you and you become quite attached to it".

A few days ago, after a lot of cajoling and negotiating, he accepted and invitation to play the piano in the school's fiesta de Santa Cecilia (the patron saint of music). He didn't want to do it as he was afraid that the children would boo him out! So we reached an agreement in that I'd allow him a lot of extra time in the computer in exchange of him taking the risk and performing. He played "Scarborough fair" and a shanty "What shall we do with the drunken sailor" and, to his surprise, the kids loved it and one of his classmate even suggested that they can form a band.
I hope this help raise his self esteem.
For my part I' m bound to feel better if I see him doing fine as he is my main concern.

feeling down

I think I'm getting some sort of depression.
First, I don't feel like writing and that's very odd as I'm a compulsive writer.
Second, I do have some reasons to feel down as my father is going back to Argentina tomorrow, my son is not doing well at school and I have to pay through the nose to get the car fixed without any guarantee that I'll get my money back.
Plus I'm feeling very lonel

Plus I'm feeling very lonely lately with all this working in and outise the house and not enough girly chats. I don't have somebody who can listen me vent out and complain and then laugh about everything.
I do need a hug or at least a pat in the back..