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eBook Category: Travel/Family/Relationships
eBook Description: Having battled and succumbed to the manana pace of rural Mallorca, spring sees Peter Kerr and family relaxing into a supposedly simpler way of life, growing oranges on their little valley farm, Ca's Mayoral. However, even after the trials, tribulations and triumphs of their initiation, Spain has not yet finished with them. Embarrassing subtleties of the language, brushes with the local police, the unfortunate outcome of a drinking session ... surprises are aplenty to test the resolve, stamina and, perhaps more importantly, the sense of humour of this venturesome (some would say foolhardy) emigre family. Their eccentric and colourful new friends are always on hand to help out--for better or worse--and add spice to this engaging account of tranquilo life from the author of Snowball Oranges. All the charm of Mallorca: where you seldom do today what can be more judiciously put off till manana! By the same author: Snowball Oranges, Viva Mallorca and Thistle Soup.

eBook Publisher: Summersdale Publishers Ltd/Summersdale Travel, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2005

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Adobe Acrobat Reader ISBN: 1840241632

"A wealth of funny stories about a large circle of local eccentrics."--The Sunday Times

"Ever dreamt of a new life in the sun? This is the story of one couple who tried it ... with hilariously unexpected results ... a warm-hearted mixture of disaster and hilarity."--The Daily Mail

"From the author of Snowball Oranges comes the next light-hearted installment of the trials of ex-pat family life in rural Mallorca ... Peter Kerr's relaxed prose paints a colourful portrait of the daily struggles his family face."--Geographical Magazine

It was in early January, when Ellie was making her first visit after the New Year holiday to the shops in the nearby market town of Andratx, cheerily wishing the various shopkeepers her well-rehearsed compliments of the season as she stocked up on depleted comestibles. Only when she returned to the car after a sojourn to the fishmonger's did I suspect that something was amiss. "You look a bit peeved," I remarked. "What's up?" ?It's that fishman," she stormed, slamming the car door. "He's got an attitude problem, that's all!" ?How d?you mean? I've spoken to him a few times in the bar next door on market days, and he seems a genial sort of guy." ?Well, everything was sweetness and light until I called ?Happy New Year? to him on my way out of the shop." ?Uh-huh?" ?Yes. Then his face turned puce, and all the women in the queue started to giggle." Ellie gave an umbrage-induced snort. "OK, I didn't understand what he shouted at me, but it certainly wasn't ?Have a nice day?, that's for sure!" ?Ehm, I take it you wished him Happy New Year in Spanish, then?" ?Of course. Feliz Ano Nuevo--what else?" I stroked my nose, trying to hide the smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Right, so you said ano, pronounced ?anno?--not aŅo, pronounced ?anyo?" ?Of course. Why?" ?Because the poor fellow's just been in hospital for a haemorrhoids operation, so it's no wonder he got the hump." Ellie's brows knotted into a puzzled frown. "But why should having his haemorrhoids seen to make him fly off the handle at being wished a Happy New Year?" ?Simply because you said anno instead of anyo." ?So what?" ?So you didn't actually wish him a Happy New Year, that's what." ?I didn?t?" ?Well, no. What you actually wished him," I spluttered, tears of hilarity welling in my eyes, "was a Happy New Arsehole!" Now Ellie's face turned puce.