Reasons to love the interweb

Have just been messing about on orkut and have found this delightful piece of prose, describing a community called "Feminism is Exerbating Bulsht" (yes, really):

Feminism for long has been considered the poster boy of the upliftment of women and the betterment of society but we are finally realising that it is the plagues upon the ready that's threatening to undo all good things as we know them.

Fortunately for the literate world, this gem of a community has only 3 members. Bless!

Meanwhile in Emmerdale ...

... Jack "Born to be Riled" Sugden reels from the fallout of his exploding house - cats are out of bags, pigeons have come home to roost and pipers are about to be paid (probably in dead cats and pigeons) as one of his fire-starting offspring heads for chokey and the other yet again seeks to blame everyone else for her own wanton disregard for the safety and well-being of others (a trait she shares with, among others, our own dear ex-prime-minister Mr Tony Blair).

Still, at least the Woolpack didn't burn down this time.

Can't hold a candle to Turzo Velas

One of the many delights of our recent holiday was a visit to a little village called Turzo to buy candles. Turzo is a tiny place - not much more than ten houses and a church, plus the Turzo Velas candle factory and shop. And what a shop! It's full of the most amazing candles, all looking gorgeous and smelling like heaven. Impossible to describe it adequately, but their website will give you a ghost of an impression. And I've put up a few pix of the shop and village on Facebook.

Also, the shop man was great - dead friendly and helpful. Plus he spoke great English, which is always a humbling experience.

Stopping at Psycho Normal's House

Husband has written with his usual eloquence about our visit to the utterly lovely Casa Zalama. I meanwhile have posted a few pix of this little slice of heaven.

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig

Sometimes I think it would be better not to go on holiday. I mean, you go, you have a fabulous time and then you come back to, well, normality I suppose. And in my case, normality means emails I should have answered weeks ago, a mountain of transcribing which never seems to diminish, a house and garden in sore need of some serious tidying and the inevitable mound of post-holiday washing.

Having said that, it was an unexpectedly top-notch holiday. Everything was more than a cut above our expectations - great lodgings, terrific location, nice little hire car, yummy (and girth-increasing) food, and a visit to the tomb of El Cid (actually the tomb itself isn't very exciting, but it's a bloody lovely cathedral).

The new camera did yeoman's service - 432 shots in all, of which probably about 40 are any good - not a bad average for me, I'd have to say. Selected shots will be available for viewing just as soon as Husband gives me the flickr password.