Swine flu jabs

I said I'd not post anything here unless I thought it important. This is important....

http://www.davidicke.com/content/view/26440

One thing is for sure....it's not a totally ludicrous conspiracy theory. David Icke can be a bit extreme but this article is full of facts stated by many. There are hundreds of similar articles out there. How accurate it is I don't know but one thing is for sure, neither Lottie nor I will be having the jab.

Please spread the word.

Ibiza Spotlight

....or, a better alternative for expats who want to communicate with expats and not holiday makers...and who want to get the phone number of a mechanic and not the low down on what's happening at Eden...and who don't want to use a forum as an alternative to a social life...

try this instead.....

http://www.ibizaexpat.com/

Ibiza Babysitter

Overnight babysitting service in Ibiza offered by me, a mother with plenty of babysitting experience.

75 Euros for sleepovers local to San Carlos....more further afield. That is half the price of other professional babysitters. My hours of arrival and departure are flexible, I can look after babies and children in the morning (so you can have a lie in) and I have my own car.

Tel: 618 900 128.

Ibiza babe

p.s. no....I did not chuck a chair at Lottie! Lottie sometimes plays dead when tasks, like carrying chairs, get too difficult.

The snail trail came to a sticky end.

I've been gone a long time

My long break from blogging and the internet in general has been mostly due to a crashed laptop. Once crashed, I took my laptop into Mark and Dani's in Santa Eulalia who charged me €30 for the privilege of wiping all my data off (including all photos, mostly unsaved and unprinted) and loading a fake copy of Thai Microsoft onto it. A 'friend' then took it away saying he'd fix it and returned it with German Microsoft. That was pretty typical of this friend, who I will say no more about. I then waited three months for the correct HP recovery discs to arrive from the UK. You would not believe how hard it is for HP's organisational structure to pick up three discs, put them in an envelope and post them to someone who dares to live in a foreign country. How many people in their call centre in India I spoke to I do not know!

Anyway, whinge over. I've lost a lot of important things, which will now need to be recovered, but I did benefit from my break from cyberspace. I worked very hard on my shop just in time for the season to start and it's now rammed with stock, more organised and more profitable. I also made more things than I would otherwise have done and, to be honest, enjoyed my life more.

The worst thing is losing the photos. Because of that, I have realised that the best thing about having run this blog has been that it has meant I saved my photos online in a safe place. Unfortunately it will probably not be possible to print them off but at least I can look at them.

I now want to try to re-build my photo stock so Lottie has a photo album in later life. I've realised how important they are. I am also going to stop writing on my blog, unless I have something I desperately want to talk about, as I no longer want my life to be made public. Maybe one day I will write a book, auto-biographical or fiction, but for now at least Lottie and I will be just like everyone else. The blog was started in order for me to diarise my progress in setting up my shop and to get moral support from complete strangers at a time when I felt pretty lonely. I don't feel lonely anymore and I don't feel I need constant moral support; the pressure is off. I also feel I am not an exciting or interesting enough person to sustain a blog indefinitely.

From now on, My Life in Ibiza will really be My Life in Ibiza in Photos. This will encourage me to do what I feel is important: take more photos. I hope that's ok with you. Thank you to everyone who left supportive and encouraging comments; you helped me a lot.

Sheep Dogs

In our Western world, or lush green field, most people are peaceful sheep, contentedly mulling about and never feeling the need to look over the shoulder. Fortunately there are a few sheep dogs with one eye on the sheep and one on the wolves. The sheep don't like the sheep dogs and bitch at them, sometimes snapping at their ankles and ganging up against them. They can't understand why they don't just chill out and enjoy the sunshine and grass. They hate the constant reminder the sheep dogs bring of impending danger from the wolves; they would rather live in denial, a give-away sign of a sheep. The sheep dogs also look or act a bit like the wolves, something the sheep find disturbing despite the fact no sheep was ever harmed by a sheep dog.

The sheep dogs just ignore them and carry on regardless knowing it's a tough job but someone's got to do it for these ungrateful but lovable lumps of fluff. Fortunately, they're not aiming to be popular.

The sheep dogs don't expect or want the sheep to become as them. That would mean the sheep dogs' job had become pointless; what's the point in defending a nice herd if all or most of the herd has become defensive and potentially hostile? A field full of sheep dogs and no sheep would be a meaningless place with nothing good to defend; a field full of sheep and no sheep dogs would be a perilous place doomed to destruction. The sheep dogs simply want the sheep to realise the threat posed by the wolves and accept the need for the sheep dogs.....and vote for them on voting days and not for fellow sheep.