Monday, 29 April 2013

March winds and April showers...

It seems to me that March was warm and dry here in Spain but April has truly made up for it with, showers, thunderstorms and gales.  At least the flowers seem to enjoy it - and it doesn't generally last long with adequate spells of very warm sunshine following on pretty soon.  After last night's rain the pool temperature was down to just over 20 degrees so I gave it a miss today, busying myself with a heap of washing that soon dried in the sun and wind.

A week or so back we went to Cartagena to see  the Cuban Folklore ballet.  It was quite a spectacular show depicting the island's african heritage right through to it's Latino influences.  The finale was quite brilliant and the dancers got several curtain calls which I don't think they expected.




BALLET  FOLKLORICO  DE  CUBA

One can perhaps see why T and D enjoyed it so much.

The flowers around the pool look really lovely at the moment despite the battering they have had from the weather and the roses and other plants on the back terrace are slowly settling in and producing buds and, in some cases, flowers. I don't think one can ever have too many plants but I have to be prudent with the cash and spread the purchases over a number of months.  A few more geraniums on the wall at the back of the pool would certainly look nice and I have also seen some pot hangers that would take them - in May!

Carol of course is at present in Blighty where she has been since the middle of March.  Her sister, Dianne, had a fall and broke her leg in three different places.  She also disclocated her ankle and will be in plaster at least until 22 May when the cast comes off.  However, she then will have to go back to Bronglais in Aberystwyth to have the screws taken out of her metal plate.  Carol meanwhile fell over in Mach High Street and broke her wrist.  She too is due to return to Bronglais on 22 May but she also has an appointment on Wednesday this week just to check that all is well.  They both suffer quite a bit of discomfort and, with only three arms and legs between them, some disruption to routine as well - especially as Dianne's house is built around a staircase to all departments.  Still, I am sure they are enjoying their company (and the good will of kind friends) and I have been told in no uncertain terms to stay away as I 'would only moan about how I was missing my pool in Spain' - which is probably true.  Still I am ready to go if need be at a moment's notice.

 















































Friday, 5 April 2013

Suzie's Spa and Hairdressing Salon







How it will look?    

A million housewives everyday...?

The rain in Spain stays where?

Apparently not mainly on the plain.  Yesterday I went to Camposol to do some shopping at Consum and found that, although it was fine in Bollyview, the colony of British West Camposol had suffered quite a downpour. Then today the intrepid three set off in the Vulva for Cartagena to fix a tyre and 'do' Leroy Merlin's.  I told TC on the way there that I doubted the problem was in fact the tyre but a dodgy wheel bearing or other problem.  Needless to say, I was quite right as the car is making a grinding noise at the front and it bangs when you turn left.  Anyway it has to go back again next week to be fixed 'cos they didn't have the part. It wasn't the tyre.

Leroy M's was, as usual, quite good fun but due to severe financial restrictions placed on me by my financial adviser (and spouse) I had to restrict myself to necessities - or rather things that in true civil service tradition could be justified as such (in whatever way possible). So I came away with two paintbrushes, a mini roller set, several small tins of emulsion and some primer. Justification?  All included in previous budget estimates for dolls house materials. Oh, and when we got back it poured with rain, I mean really poured.

I had to go into Mazarron to pick up a packet from a well known company situated in the jungle of Brasil on one of the world's longest rivers (Clue: A-az-n?).  It contained my copy, purchased on line minutes before her indoors informed me it was being repeated on Saturday, of 'Labyrinth' the end of which I missed on TV the other night.  It pssd with rain all the way there and the streets of Maz were like rivers racing through the town.  Never heard of drains here apart from the ones that smell.  Anyway there was a fantastic rainbow on the way back the foot of which touched the good old Moreras.  Oh, and why did I have to do this?  Because they tried to deliver my parcel to number 11 on whose Buzon (post box) they cellotaped the delivery 'aviso'.  I am definitely going to stick something over that number  15.

Got to cook my own dinner tonight so looks like beans means - Branston.