It’s-A-Hard-Knock-Life

It’s-A-Hard-Knock-Life

Stazzalife Nearly two weeks into the month of Spanish sunshine and it’s agreeing with me—nicely. The old body’s bronzing, I’m sticking with Stazza’s Ultra Fodder (it’s working a treat), and I’m loving the Rosada—it’s perfect for quaffing on balmy evenings. I’m up...

The Last Coach

A FIRE ANT        Slips and slides on a mound of sand.  The ANT’s eyes       burn as it scurries on the mound, legs spinning.       Suddenly, the ANT stops. A bleb of rain splats on the ANT’s back. THE FACE...