by Bernadette Nason | Jul 21, 2013 | Uncategorized
When I was at the store buying groceries which included a bottle of wine, the cashier asked to check my driving license. I don’t flatter myself that I’m being carded because I look under-age but it always makes me smile. The cashier, who couldn’t...
by Bernadette Nason | Jul 9, 2013 | Uncategorized
When you can’t speak the language or read the papers or mix with the locals or even walk the streets of the place you call home, it’s difficult to find out what’s going on around you. In such a closed world, hearsay and gossip are often all...
