Don’t worry I’m not writing the book!

After almost 30 years living and working as a translator on the island of Tenerife, I am now (July 2021) retiring. Many people have commented in the past, usually during our excursions to this official office or that, “you should write a book”. Don’t worry I’m not doing that just yet, however I do find my self with time on my hands so have decided to write this blog.

The first thing I want to do is to thank so many people for their kind words and good wishes and also wish my successor Emma Swain all the best for the future.

Whilst I will no longer be dealing with officialdom on a day to day basis, I expect I will still have my “twopennyworth” to comment on issues that concern us here in the Canary Islands, but the intention is to mix this up with some lighter and more personal articles and topics. Hopefully you will be interested in the reflections of a young at heart Granny

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