As readers of Pippa’s blog may have discovered, we cleared off to the finca for a week’s holiday. Given that I don’t do any paid work (and very little of any other work), holiday is perhaps not the right word for my week away.
But it was intended to be a week off for my partner who has been working solid for 15 months. He’s a decorator. So what better way to spend your holiday? And birthday?
We cleared the garden of all the overgrown stuff, including heavy pruning of some nispero trees, and painted the terrace walls, inside and out – which was long overdue.
Even I was seen to get out a roller and paint brush – haven’t picked up a paint brush in years (why bother when married to a decorator) – and never touched a roller before.
Which reminds me – classic boring decorator’s joke ‘Brush up on your sex life: roll with a painter.’ Yawn.
It wasn’t all painting and gardening, I did a tiny bit of cleaning. We managed two or three cycle rides, and one geocache. More on that later.
And we ate well, mostly salads, pulses, and marinated pimientos.
So here are a few more pix from our birthdays, mostly his. Mine for another post.