Saturday to me always means sport, mainly football. I played it until I couldn't any more, I was 45 and after a hard game would take the whole of the next week to recover and then get bashed to bits again. Playing as a slightly undersized centre half means you've got to use more devious ways to get the better of the centre forward whose legs and nose you're trying to reconfigure. Of course you end up with being just as knackered as him. I was once asked, “How are you going to manage that centre forward, he's a bit quick, you know?” “Yes, but how fast can he limp?”
So playing had to go and be replaced by just watching instead. Today, being Saturday I'm going to watch, for the first time in Spain, Football Focus, and I'm hoping they show the 3 goals Sunderland put past Chelsea as I still haven't seen them yet.
Today is overcast so I don't know what's planned exercise wise and as I see Scotland are playing South Africa, followed by Ireland v New Zealand, I might just stop in and watch. Only time I put the TV on is for the sport. So that is what we did, both exciting matches especially with Scotland beating RSA, even SWMBO liked it. Unfortunately “Strictly” followed and I was made to endure an hour of that. Then “Pearl Harbour” with Ben Aflick, no silly he was in it.
Sunday 21st November 2010 and she is tucked up having her eggs and soldiers as usual. Beautiful day outside, site has a lot more people, mostly Brits and a lot more dogs.
She's allowing me to prepare this evening's dinner, beef casserole, using the slow cooker for the first time, so that could be interesting. In Spain all the supermarkets sell “soup/casserole packs”, basically all the vegetables you need in almost the right quantities, which is great because you do not then need to buy large packs of celery or leeks as they are not sold loose. I don't believe I'm typing this, you know.
Earlier this morning and as I was making my way for the SSS, the cleaning girls arrived. Now I mentioned this before on a previous epistle, but I don't like washing my vitals when two Spanish women are just outside with their mops and speaking a lot of Spanish, says so in the scriptures, doesn't it? So I made my weary way on to the next block. Hells teeth! No the wonder the lot up the top are complaining about being bitten, it was full of bloody mossies.
I then made a BIG mistake and forgot rule number one when it comes to using public toilets. I had just gotten comfortable, newspaper opened to the sports section on my knees, correct grip on the straining bars and as I prepared for the first big push of the day, looked down to my right at the dispenser and noticed, or in this case didn't notice, any toilet paper.
Obviously, certain actions, and this was certainly one of them, once started are difficult to stop and have a causality with many of the big mistakes I have made in my life. ALWAYS CHECK THE TOILET PAPER is rule number one, always has been and I cannot believe I missed it, unfamiliar surroundings? Different trap orientation? The happy memory of Newcastle being beaten by Bolton 5 – 1? Who knows? But I was now in a situation and there was no one about to help. So what was it to be? Continue on, hoping for final tapered turd and no paperwork needed, or, stop asap and go for the 111's decorated on the walls and door solution?
You will never know.
Plan now is to drive to El Palmar, park up, and then find the path to walk to Conil from there, get back and there's (hopefully) a nice beef casserole waiting in the slow cooker, may do some Yorkshire puddings. Worked out about 6 miles round trip.
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| El Palmar beach |
So that's what we did. Path is there and, at a push can be cycled on, although there are bits that are too sandy and you will have to shove the thing. Ran into a marked off “private” bit of land and as it was full of cows with very large horns, neither of which Tricia is fond of, we made a detour along the beach. Obviously turns out the Spanish just ignore these signs and on the way back, so did we. Tricia actually walked within a few feet of cattle for the first time in her life! So it was into Conil, coffee at a beach side café, watched the guys doing their thing windsurfing and then back. |
| Looks easy? |
It's a hard life but someone has to do it.
Monday 22nd November.
The slow cooked beef casserole was excellent, we had it with boiled cauliflower. Watched “About Schmidt” with Jack Nicholson, no he was in it, OK'ish. Then a episode of House, second series, then Tricia went to bed and I listened to my walkman until 1:30 am and managed to haul my sorry arse out of bed at a rather late 8 am.
Washing is planned today as rain is forecast for the next few days.
We have kinda decided, because the weather is cooler now, to give the trip to Tangier a knock on the head, maybe go next time we're here, next October? We will have another trip down to Gibraltar, if only to fill up with Diesel and have a visit to Morrison’s, which we missed last time, and get the English things we really like and can't get anywhere in Spain.
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| Tricia the geologist? |
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| Flora |
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| Trafalgar towards Canos |
Walked “the other way” to Trafalgar and back along the beach, warm'ish but 3 miles along loose sand and we are both knackered. Fish and asparagus tonight followed by “Edge of Darkness”.
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| Trafalgar beach |
Tomorrow's shopping at Mercadona.
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