In case anyone thinks living in warm, sunny, sub-tropical Gibraltar
without a job is a breeze, I thought I would point out today’s little downer.
In fact it started last night.
Now we all like excuses not to wash up, or at least I do. But not having any water yesterday evening, still not having any this morning and the pile of dishes mounting up, as is the laundry, I can’t mop the floor – what is a woman to do with her day?
Naturally, not lacking the odd functioning brain cell, I finally got round to ringing GibAqua.
‘For information on interruptions to supply, please press zero.’
‘Due to emergency work the connection to potable water supply has been disconnected to …. ‘ – virtually most of Main Street by the sound of it ‘…..until 8pm tonight.’
8pm?? By then I’ll not only have last night’s dinner dishes, but today’s breakfast pots and pan, my brunch, and tonight’s evening meal stuff as well. That’s if I can find anywhere to work amidst all the dead dishes.
I mean, it’s a good thing it’s winter and I can live without a shower. Even more important, it’s a good thing I washed my greasy hair yesterday isn’t it? Always best to look for the good things in life. And find something else to do instead of keeping the house clean and tidy.
But to end on a cheery note, I was reminded, when replying to an earlier comment, that I am midway to my next wedding anniversary. The fact that I am married at all never fails to amaze me, but for so many years is something else again. So I thought a few summer photos from our silver wedding 18 months ago to the day would not go amiss, as I never posted them before. Sometimes it’s nice not to post stuff. At least not straightaway.
Europa Point is one of my favourite spots. Standing there at the tip of Europe and looking across the Straits of Gibraltar to Africa is always, well, inexpressible, to be honest.
Just as well I am not there today though. Being surrounded by water and not a drop in the flat would get up my nose somewhat.
We went to the Rock Hotel for the first time ever. We didn’t eat there.
So we wandered down Main Street instead, to the town branch of the Maharajah, Tuckey’s Lane as I vaguely remember, anyway, one of those between Irish Town and Main Street, (other restaurant is on Queensway Quay). We did eat there.
And not a food photo in sight!
Note (to avoid being sued by The Rock Hotel): I posted a photo of the restaurant, at The Rock which was closed. Bar food on the terrace was available but a) my photos didn’t come out at all, too dark inside the bar maybe? and b) there was zilch/minimum vegetarian choice. There were some large olives on the table. Can’t remember if I ate any or not though. Probably too worried about being charged a pound an olive.