Sunday 9th January, Roquetas De Mar and we are settled in.
Previous days have been limited due to my, still lingering, flu and therefore only went for a short walk to El Parador village for some car polish and soft cloths as I've been told to polish the car.
Back to dominoes and House, with a bit of Pink Panther thrown in, Peter Sellers is very, very funny.
As per every Sunday, SWMBO has had her chucky eggs and we are now deciding where to go, what to do today as it is cloudy and there is some wind, so it's Truckasarus rather than cycles.
Probably Vicar market, keeps her happy a visit to a market does.
Just noticed, the German lady next door, well all our neighbours are German so I might as well have said “The lady next door”, no real need for the “German” bit, non sequitur as they say. So this person next door is always washing clothes, every single day she washes, I actually think she is taking it in, so to speak, because nobody has that many clothes to wash, unless she and her husband (presumption I know these days) get changed 6 times a day. 5 washing lines on the go each and every day makes pretty viewing from our window.
Just been reading The Telegraph (it's free unlike the bloody Sunday Times) with my coffee and toast and as usual I ended up shouting at the screen and banging the mouse around. At least they are starting to jail those thieving “expenses” MPs. The other thing is the report that they (the world governments) have removed 85% of all the Earth's weather stations and only left those that monitor “hot” spots, just to back up the “Global warming” theories? Just so they can tax the shit out of us more like, with “green” taxes. And AND! They are still paying out millions in bonuses to the heads of the failed banks, OUR money along with the 18% rise in VAT to pay for their financial blunders.
OK...OK I've settled down and we wandered up to browse our extensive campsite “English” library whilst taking in the finer points of a Boules game and collecting 10 kgs of oranges for €5. They used to deliver the oranges around the site last year but due to some obscure H&S mandate from Brussels we now have collect them “off site”?
Then went to Vicar market and bought ¼ kg of cashew nuts and a BBQ'd chicken, delicious! Interesting cloud formations on the way?
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| Vicar market |
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| Vicar market |
Weather is around 18 -20° C most days, no rain and little wind.
Yesterday managed a 9 mile cycle ride along the beach front and as that is our first cycle ride in over a month we are both cream crackered.
Looks like I've still got some kind of flu as it's now 4:40 pm and I've just woken up from an afternoon nap that I just had to have. It's kinda unique (what kind of expression is that, something is unique or not, Americans are always saying “It's really unique”, more than unique?) that I never sleep in the afternoon, well unless it's alcohol induced and that is very much the exception nowadays. Also, it's the real fear that I will not get to sleep at night, but as I'm retired that point is moot, what's to get up for anyway?
The Erics, sorry Germans (ref Auf Wiedersehen Pet ) are a funny lot but are all pretty friendly, Rudi, just across the way is always offering help and says “Good morning!” in his plummiest English accent when ever we meet, even in the evenings. Sometimes it can go a bit wrong with the language as he does not have any English and even less Spanish. The other day I asked if I could borrow his “strichleiter” i.e. ladder and I must have got the pronunciation wrong as he just gave me a funny look and brought his accordion out and worst, started playing it. Tricia has been sorely tempted to say to him “Rudi, don't take your love to town” (Kenny Rodgers and the 1st Addition) but I pressed her not to, it would be cruel, but in a good way.
Just been for another cycle ride to Aguadulce and back, 8 miles and my arse feels like sun dried leather, must be getting too old for all this. It still seems strange that this morning we were both stripped to our cossys sunbathing and it's the 10th of January! I can feel all the waves of sympathy coming across BTW.
News from abroad (home); Heather has transferred within BMW and now her prospective clients are PGA golfers and other VIPs, tough one there pet. Adam on the other hand is now single and Antonia, his girlfriend/fiancée of 4 years has moved out and is back with her grandmother. Looks like it's permanent which means that Adam is now free to move to a London flat and we will have to sell or rent the house, had to happen sometime I know. So when we come home in the summer it will be an extended stay as we will have to clear the house completely as we would prefer to rent for the time being.
I've been reading “The worst case scenario”, a daily survival calender daughter Heather got me for Christmas. Up to now I know how to jump safely from a moving car, how to treat a bullet or knife wound, the best way to escape from a mountain lion and how to remove your tongue from a frozen pole. I'm only up to today, 10th January, what I'll be able to do by December is anyone's guess. Just had a sneak peak at November 23rd and I can now identify and defuse the four most commonly used land mines.
It's 5pm and a guy carrying a clarinet has just joined the accordion player and are just now banging out some German marching tunes, I wish they wouldn't because Heinz, our other neighbour has put on his black ledehosen and is studying maps of eastern Europe.
Tuesday 11th January 2011, same as, same as.
Blue sky, 20°C, no wind, just about perfect, prediction is that it's going to like this for the next two weeks!
Highlights of the day, wash MS outside windows, finish polishing the Truckasarus, have numerous cups of coffee and read my book. Probably a cycle run into Roquetas so SWMBO can get some more small plant pots. Unfortunately the place followed traditional Spanish hours, which is unusual for a bizarre run by Spanish speaking Chinese, they more or less stay open all the time, now (3pm) they were shut and so it came to pass that no plant pots were purchased.
Every Tuesday and Saturday the Germans congregate around the larger of the (empty) swimming pools and do balancing exercises, a bit like Ti Ching but to “Umpah” music instead, er..... not for us, I think the minimum age of entry is 70+ anyway.
We have booked our flight back to the UK to coincide with the Irish v English rugby match on 19th March, an event we always used to host annually but have missed the last two years. I think I've mentioned the format in previous blogs but it's basically a dinner with all our friends following the rugby match which should have an Irish theme to it. Oh and a lot of alcohol is drunk, shocker!
We'll be back for a week and with EasyJet flying from Almeria the cost is only €140 return for us both. BTW if you get a chance Google Hitler+RyanAir, another re-make of Hitler in the bunker, doesn’t go down too well around here though but.
Been watching “Pacific” another DVD series we got (and asked for) for Christmas and it's OK but not a patch on “Band of Brothers”, but I'll see it through, only five disks.
Just finished, again because I had forgotten I had read it already, a great short John Grisham book, “Playing for pizza” about an American quarterback in Italy, not one mention of a lawyer (well perhaps once).
A large motor-home, French registered but driven by Brits pulled in along side us, they were paired up with some more Brits further down who had a caravan, both have dogs. So they set up and promptly all buggered off in the car, probably to eat as it was rather late when they had finished setting up. Problem is that as soon as they were out of sight the dogs started howling, bloody great that is, not the dogs fault but personally I think one dog is too many when you are travelling around.
If you are on your own, great for safety and company but to start travelling and then get a dog is not fair on the dog or your prospective neighbours, some people have two. Last year we saw a lady regularly taking her dog for a walk in a pram!
Because I had washed the window, waxed the car and went for an eight mile cycle ride and just recovering from flu I was well and truly knackered last night, it was that bad I had only one beer!
Wednesday 12th January 2011.
No go on the cycle ride, Tricia went for a walk on her own along the beach front, I stayed and squeezed oranges, bit more car polishing and as it was washing day, filled and emptied the tanks, oh joy of joys.
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| Rudi sana accordion |
It's 5pm and we are outside having coffee and cakes and a group of lunchtime drunken English guys have joined Rudi and his accordion and are regaling the camp site with various loud but mainly off tune songs, many of which they don't know the correct lyrics to. Can it get any better than this?
But wait, someone has found a trumpet, it's going to be a long night.
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