At the moment, our kailyard like a just awake baby opens its bright eyes agreeably and get a load of the spectacle of the garden curiously in the morning.
Curiously, some two-and-a-half years and two novels later, my experiment in what the Americans term “downshifting” has turned my tired excuse into an absolute reality.
Curiously enough, there are lots of families in Chile that also eat lentils and say goodbye to the year with the 12 grapes; traditions that have been passed on by the Italian and Spanish immigrants who travelled there.