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.
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.
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