Life is good…

So, it’s Saturday night, and yes, yet again I’ve written nothing.

Bloody hell…

Tomorrow is Sunday – my fans are expecting, apparently… having said that, I make myself laugh sometimes. Fans? You have to be joking.

But anyway, what to do?

I now have a choice, obviously. I can write nothing and give this weekend a miss and not write anything at all. This is definitely something that has crossed my mind. But then…?

And then… after verbalising my thoughts, Chantal quietly says:

‘You can’t not write! People are waiting to read your stuff at midday on Sunday, waiting for you to post your blog!’

I think Chantal is maybe talking bollocks, since I have no idea if people are waiting to read my blog. If they are, they’re bloody mad. But to be honest, what people think really doesn’t bother me. I simply enjoy writing. I enjoy writing crap, I enjoy posting, and I’m really enjoying this now – more than you know.

And why? Because I’m sitting in Cubanito, having a beer on my own.

Blimey, this really is my best thing. It’s like going back to when I first arrived in Fuzeta, all those years ago.

I love coming here to Cubanito, ordering a beer, listening to whatever music Paulo has chosen. Tonight, it’s Cuban brilliance – ‘Guantanamera’. And yes, with this ringing in my ears, I’m so happy sitting in a corner with my laptop and tapping away.

Aranka (I think that’s how you spell her name) has just stuck her head through the window next to me and asked me how I am. Her boyfriend, Carlos, has stuck his hand through the same window, smiled and shaken my own. Antonio has wandered in, smiled and simply said:

‘Hello, David!’

I bloody love it here, love the people that I’ve met. I have to say (yet again), yes, I simply love being here.

So, back to today, I’ve spent the day celebrating Amy’s birthday. We had lunch at Flôr de Cavacos. We had good food, we drank, and after lunch, we headed to Abalo for a few more. You could do much worse than eat and drink as we have today. The restaurant is superb, as is the bar.

Anyway, it was lovely.

But then I headed home. Eventually, you have to admit that you’ve had enough. However, strange to say, I still needed something.

So, once home, I nipped to the shop. I bought some fruit and a packet of haribos. Sad, I know, but I was desperate and I love a packet of Haribos when I’m home and sitting in front of the TV.

Then, back in front of my front door, I got my key out, opened it, walked inside, and immediately saw my laptop.

At that point, I thought:

‘I really have to have written something by tomorrow, Chantal insisted!’

Bloody hell… and so that’s why I’m here tonight, at Cubanito. I love the place, love the music, love the people. Blimey, life here is good…