Gotta love an extra-long weekend. Hey we live in Gibraltar and Spain.
The Mediterranean is our oyster. What to do??
And we both suddenly decide this is the right time to spring clean. It’s not even Spring (Clean) Bank Holiday. Something wrong there.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday morning, clean the flat (just the usual, wash walls, floors, furniture, get rid of all damp, iron, hang washing out due to sulking tumbly….)
Sunday drive back to Spain, OK, slight break, chill out on the terrace waiting for the chick peas.
Monday – waaah!! (oh, that was today!! seemed like years ago) Did my head in. Pay a load of bills a) at the water office. The water company happens to have offices across the border in La Linea, but I can’t pay there for my finca bills. I have to pay where the Spanish finca is. We can only go back at weekends and they open Mon-Fri from 9-1pm. Globalisation and computerisation don’t seem to have hit Aqualia yet.
But luckily Spaniards revel in Semana Santa and Holy Thursday (ie Maundy Thursday) and Holy Friday (Good Friday) are their big days. By Easter Monday they are all back to work. Including the water office. Zing pay three months worth of bills.
And the post office, zing, pay another few months worth of bills for the electricity company. In fact, when I arrived there were only 33 people in front of me. The ticket machine said 32 and mine was 65. Gloom. Nice Spanish woman said: ‘Senora, mira, hay un ticket en la mesa con un numero bajo de tuya.’
[There’s a ticket on the counter with a lower number than yours].
Thank you very much Senora, says me, and only had to wait for 15 minutes or so.
Go to the chicken food man, the supermarket, the health food shop, the other branch of the health food shop to buy more of the delicious vegetarian mortadela and tempeh.
Oh, and then fit the new screen for our chicken house.
Bed frame, picked up some years ago.
patronisingly generously given to us by a client who was moving house so had no further use for it. Someone’s rubbish is always etc etc etc
Cable ties were bought.
Time for some food. Left over chick pea soup and some mortadela sandwiches with light tapas.
Then a drive back to our other life. Back to Gib, more work.
What holiday was that one, remind me again?