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Turmoil

01/15/14

Turmoil

I can’t pretend that the next few days are easy. After the bliss on Sunday afternoon; making love with Maria, my life has plunged downhill faster than an Alpine skier. It has gone from bad to worse, or as my father would say, from Guatamala to Guatapeor. Monday was Bank Holiday and I was home alone, and I have spent the past two days closeted in the boardroom. Simon came back from America and so John, Stuart, Liam and I have been dealing with the logistics and strategies for all the existing and new contracts and services that we are now providing to our clients. It is Wednesday and four o’clock, and we are with our new client Mickey Bleu, a restaurant owner and chef extraordinaire. A black Haitian with wide red lips, a flat nose and...

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Sunday Storm

01/09/14

Sunday Storm

The weather is always full of mystery, but what surprises it brings this Sunday afternoon…well...

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Home Visit

01/08/14

Home Visit

"...my mood is volatile. I pour a strong gin and tonic, add plenty of sliced lemon and ice, and I drink greedily."

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The Dublin Dilemma

12/16/13

The Dublin Dilemma

Several days later we are eating lunch in the cafe beside the office and I have a Ciabatta half way to my mouth. “I’m having terrible trouble with Lily,” Maria says. She is wearing a lavender blouse that has drained all colour from her cheeks, leaving her face drawn and exhausted. There are dark circles around the hollow of her eyes. “What’s wrong with her?” Maria gazes out of the window, her sandwich lays untouched and her coffee is growing cold. “Michael wants us to move to Dublin. He says that property is cheaper now down there and we could afford to move. He says it would save him commuting but Lily is having none of it. She is stomping around the house saying she isn’t going and she’d prefer to live here...

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Blackmail

12/09/13

Blackmail

Several days later we are in Simon’s car driving back from a client in Fermanagh.

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About This Blog

I am Elly Bravo. I am shy. I ride a Harley Davidson. I have a tattoo that says: Not all who wander are lost. My father's family is Spanish, my mother's family is Irish, I live in the UK and I feel European. I post each week. I hope you like it. If not, I hope you will recommend it to friends who do!

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