Where did January go then? Mind I've got to pay my (SWMBO's) Christmas credit card and it's a biggy! Mainly due, of course, to 'er indoors spending like there was no tomorrow, with the usual throw away lines like, “It's Christmas!” and “It's only once a year!” “Really, is that a fact, once a year is it?” So is every day of the year!”
I did a spread sheet this time (sad I know) and our “Christmas shopping and presents” came to well over £2K! For basically four people! Trying to convince SWMBO that we are “retired” and that the decent salaries and bonuses are a thing of the past, is basically like peeing against the wind. Also paying off these things is like pissing yourself in a dark room, you feel relieved but nobody (SWMBO) knows or cares.
It's 4 days until BAWID (Beer and wine intake day), not that I'm counting mind, but I had a knock the other day and it was wine merchant from Lidl (may God bless and keep it) saying that I have to understand that he has a wife and children to feed.
There are no more pictures of my big toe because there are some pretty peculiar people out there, one person has asked me for further shots of the underside of my foot and both shins, perverts, all of them, although I must say I do turn a pretty nice ankle.
I know we (I) stereotype the Germans, but for good reason. Scenario 1, toilet block #2; in walks some German, wash bag near wash bowl, claiming that, towel in shower, claiming that and then into the bog for a 10 minute crap. I mean what's that all about? The main reason Hitler didn't invade the UK was that they couldn’t find enough towels to cover the beach at Dover, forget about the “few”, lack of stripey towels was what did it.
Back on the wagon for another week and because I've got a brain as big as a planet and I'm not subduing it with massive amounts of alcohol each night, I have difficulty dropping off. Go to bed about 12'ish and the old brain box is buzzing. Last night for some reason I was dreaming about living in three locations in Germany, and every time I changed position in bed I moved to a new location, what brought that on I wonder? Then I started worrying about if there was any excessive play on the wheel bearings of the MS, I very nearly got up to have a look through the Dexter axle manual so I did the next best thing and had some cheese and pickles.
Well my fault really, but she finally persuaded me to watch the first part of the “Lord of the Rings” series, “The Fellowship of the Ring”, I had bought her the boxed DVD (cheap) series for Christmas, and so as it was 3pm, we had a matinee performance. The scenery is beautiful, I think it was filmed in New Zealand, but the storyline is for kids. I had read it when I was younger because like Ulysses and The Iliad, it was required reading at the time. When it was all the rage, people were going out and buying Gandalf pointed hats and miniature statues of wizards holding bits of crystal and Orks with big swords. I didn't enjoy any of those books, and as for Chekhov's “The Cherry Orchard”, I could never understand the duality and juxtaposition of a farce and a tragedy in one story. I mean, what was Stanislavski thinking of when he first directed it? By reflecting the socio-economic forces at work in Russia at the turn of the 20th century concerning the bourgeoisie and the aristocracy, and the ownership of a bloody Cherry Orchard?
But I digress.
As well as being cooler here it is also more noisy as the work guys are busily trimming the bushes that mark out the pitches, seems a strange time to do that, January?
We/ I are going to give my toe a small work out and have a slow walk up to the Mercadona in town, we need milk, fish and liver, although not necessarily in that order.
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| Mini cam |
Finally got my mini camcorder to work, probably because it doesn’t when you don't put the memory card in it, only taken me three weeks and taking it to a million bits and losing some of them, to figure it out. As you can see it's small, and it can be used as a surveillance camera as it can be actuated via sound. So it sits there, someone opens a door and it records until no sound is heard or for it's maximum limit of an hour continuously. Or of course you can just switch it on manually. I plan to attach it to my cycle helmet when we go for bike rides. Why? Because I've got one and it only cost £20 off ebay.
Wednesday 26th January 2011.
Tricia put the extra duvet on last night, i.e. it buttons on to the other one, so now we have “Tog 13.5” and boy was it warm under there, trips to the toilet became a double blessing.
Last night was a high and I guess two lows.
Liver and onions in gravy with vegetables and mashed potato, just doesn't get much better than that.
Quick joke (word association).
Patient; “Doctor, I can't pronounce any words beginning with “F” or “T”.”
Doctor; “Well, you can't say fairer than that”.
The lows, off the booze for another week, I found a can of lager the other day with mould on it! Also we saw the second episode of “The fellowship of the Ring”, what a load of bollocks, it's makes Ben Hur, look like an epic. It was again a matinee version, start at 3pm and finish at half past 5.
There are 6 more disks to go and SWMBO is already getting out her “Rings” dolls, speaking in spells, going everywhere barefoot (I wish she would shave her feet first, thoughbut) calls the front door a “portal” and has stuck a picture of Frodo Baggins above the bed. Heaven help me, if I go missing look for me just past the misty mountains, at the south end of The Shire, just before you enter Mordor, I'll be in that Burger King on the corner, next to Smith's, having a Whopper.
The feel of depression from TLOTR (work it out!) was ameliorated however, by two episodes of “House”, later in the evening, after I got beat at dominoes, again!
Today, grey and cool again, it's a drive to El Ejido, where there's a big commercial park and a chance to pick up some extending ladders, I can hardly wait!
Back and managed to spend about €50 on, well nothing really, but SWMBO felt a whole lot better carrying a full shopping bag around, it's in her genes you know. I do remember one of the items being and egg slicer, but none were ladders.
Dinner, after being beaten for 3 straight days in a row at doms, and then watched another “Pink Panther” with Peter Sellers, no he was in it silly, and I must say the comedy has aged a lot and we probably won't bother with the rest.
Went to bed sober and dreamt of Germany again.
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| Cooking when it rains |
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| More rain |
Thursday 27th January and it persistently rained most of the night and still trying it's best this morning, I will give the cold showers a miss as it's 10 am already. Good news, no washing today!
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| P***ing down |
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| Swim to the shower? |
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| Still p***ing down |
Just received about 100 new (well mostly old) free Kindle books which make the dark days ahead something to look forward to. Some of the books, like the “Foundation” series, science fiction by Isaac Asimov, I haven’t read for over 30 years and I'm really looking forward to re-reading them.
Just seen the semi naked form of SWMBO arise from the bedroom so it's time to put on the breakfast, reminder to self, must do the ironing today.
Went for a late shower as I was too late in the morning and the Ericks had took all the hot water, came back and was drying my feet in the MS. Pulled the towel between my toes to dry them and when I got to the little toe the towel stuck, pulled it and “crack”, either broke or dislocated my little toe. Bloody well hurt, Tricia said she could hear me scream down at the washing up block, no she wasn't washing up, don't be silly, just passing by. It's now swollen and very painful and pointing in the wrong direction, but the good news is it's on the same foot as my bruised big toe, so still only one limp! One less thing. No pictures, see above.
Still raining so looks like we are in for all day performances of “The Two Towers”, and “Return of The King”, if I'm not mistaken, it's going to been one of those days, Frodo rides again!
36 hours to BAWID and counting.
Tonight I cooked devilled kidneys, superb, even if I do say myself, then again SWMBO cleared her plate in no time. BTW she's on the mend now, it was just the same virus as I had so she's not flying home. Good news! Finally won at doms, all is again well.
Friday 28th January 2011, BAWID!
But not yet as it is only 8:55am.
The weather; we use “El Tiempo”, a net based weather forecasting system that up to about 2 months ago was spot on. You put in your location in Spain and it breaks the day into thirds and predicts what it will be in each third for 10 days in advance. Yesterday its was going to be dull and 10mm of rain, it rained, pretty much all day, more like 20mm. Today the prediction is 1.5 mm, you have to be joking! It started to rain last night and hasn't stopped yet! If they measured in proper currency, like inches, they would probably get it right.
3pm and it's finally stopped, small pond to cross to get to the toilet block. Highlight of the day was a trip to Mercadona to get the booze...sorry shopping in. For some reason SWMBO put a pack of “Pampers” in the trolley. “What's them for them?” “It's Friday and I'm taking no chances!”
A small car appeared at the end of our calle and a tall bloke seems to be living in it! He has a electric hook up, God knows what for and last night he was sitting outside in the rain covered in plastic bags, smoking and drinking a cup of coffee. I mean, sometime not quite right there, has he been chucked out by his missus, or has dropped out of society in a Fiat hatchback? Who knows, but it's got SWMBO on edge as, just like most women, something like this drives them crazy with curiosity.
Watching another matinee episode of TLOTR, by the cringe it's dreary, not many left to go.
Oven roasted chicken and veg, OK but the peas we bought are like bloody marbles no matter how long you cook them. Mind the beer and wine make up for anything.
Won at Doms again and because she can actually play pretty well now, it upsets her no end, little things like that keep me going somehow.
Saturday 29th January 2011.
Both did not get up until 10:30am and I had managed to mess up the bedsheets again, with fruit juice mate, fruit juice. In the middle of the night I reached for a carton of fruit juice on the bedside cabinet and thinking it was sealed gave it a good shake, it wasn't. Fruit juice all over the place and she's not talking to me again.
BTW I've had some phone calls as to what actually went on last BAWID and some people have very vivid imaginations, I do use hyperbole (look it up Swany, look it up) a lot in this blog so please don't carried away. The call from Swany in the UK, “At your age and you're still shitting the bed!”, just about sums it up and was totally uncalled for and I resent the slight against me that even when slightly intoxicated I cannot repress my normal bodily functions. Tony and Debs comments didn't help either.
The Ericks, whenever the sun comes out have there 11's, which mainly consist of a few bottles of sweet white wine, followed usually by a couple more. As the bottles empty the laughter and general merriment grows, the women begin to cackle a lot and the men start reaching for their accordions and glockenspiels, God help us for the rest of the afternoon. |
| The Fiat woman |
STOP PRESS! That man living in the Fiat isn't a man! He's a woman! Well obviously, if she's not a man, she must be a woman, stands to reason, says so in the scriptures. Unless, of course, she's a Hobit escaped from the Shire, but at six foot three, I don't think so. Well that's even worst, a women living in a car, what's going on there then? I mean it's like farting in a moving lift, wrong on so many levels. She is now, not that I'm nosy mind but I pass her as I'm emptying the wastehog, peeling a bag full of carrots, so she must have the wherewithal to cook them unless she's on a retainer from the site kitchen.
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| Inside on washing day |
Sun is out, warm, 20°C, wind is blowing so lets think what should we do? Three hours later and the whole campsite has the same idea and there are full washing lines all over the place. Even the Fiat woman has a line up and is hanging out her smalls, well not quite smalls, more like medium to bloody large.
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| Outside on washing day |
Sunday tomorrow and she wants scrambled eggs and smoked salmon for a change, roll on.
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