A forbidden photo taken in Madrid, last October, in the Museo Reina Sofia. I say forbidden because just after I’d clicked the shutter, a sour-faced woman told me I wasn’t allowed to photograph this particular
Mum’s Gone to Luton with EasyJet – eventually.
After three wonderful days in Madrid we took a taxi to the airport in plenty of time for our 17.10 flight to Luton. Having decided this time to just take carry-on luggage, we wheeled our
An Art Attack in Madrid
ET’s Mother? No, it’s ‘Man with a Pipe’ (Joan Miro) I do love a good art gallery, me. Over the years we have dragged Rory round numerous exhibitions and we’ve usually found something of interest
Look who I saw in Madrid…
Madrid is a city full of beautiful, fashionable, sophisticated people. Yet here, in the Plaza Mayor, was Spiderman with a paunch. In the photo he was actually holding in his gut for the ladies and they seemed
Mum’s Gone to Madrid – how sexy can a hotel be?
Have just returned from a frankly exhausting few nights spent in the most sensual, hedonistic hotel I’ve ever had the pleasure to stay in. Sometimes minimalist hotels can lack a bit of warmth. Not so the Hotel
Mum’s Going to Madrid
The first thing I did when we returned from our camping trip in France was to book another holiday. Don’t get me wrong, we’d had a great time and the Dordogne was fabulous but the
Mum’s Gone back to Majorca with Prima Magazine
Even at the age of 7 I was happy to glug back the vino! Can you imagine that happening now!? A couple of months ago I read a request on Linda Jones’ website ‘Have a
Mum’s Gone to Barcelona – Day Five – Coming home
My boys in Parc Guell. As we check out this morning, the VIP status obviously pops up on the hotel’s computer again so we are best buddies with the reception staff. Nothing is too much