We were looking forward to a few days respite in Spain … Firstly, no I did not attend the annual procession of the local romería after last year’s unpleasant incident. Secondly, the house is falling apart after some Gib years of neglect so Partner set about personfully to repair it. Spaniards use sand and cement […]Read Post ›
I interrupt this blogging hiatus to announce … er, a blogging hiatus. Life. Which, really means the Spanish electrical company Endesa. If I ever get them sorted, I shall chronicle their antics here. For those of you interested in more on the Gib/Spain Brexit issue (yes, you Col) there are draft posts, but no time […]Read Post ›
Anubis. He waits. In the shadows. He takes you to the afterlife, sorts out your mummification and weighs you in the balance. But he’s basically a dog. Or a wolf. Or a jackal. Or, whatever you choose to believe. I was discussing ancient dog breeds with a very good internet friend. We both agreed that […]Read Post ›
Yesterday was World Vegan Day. Not that I knew about it until I read about it on someone else’s blog who has vegan aspirations, eats no dairy but does eat fish. A vegan pescatarian perhaps? Years ago, we went on a holiday from hell (top tip: avoid Ramblers’ Association cross-country skiiing holidays) and were the […]Read Post ›
A swift pass through the frontier, and we were on the road. An overcast day and an early start meant the journey was easier for us and the dogs in the back. That morning Partner had met a neighbour who’d just finished a night shift and was dripping in sweat. ‘Air con,’ said Partner. ‘Turn […]Read Post ›
Don’t apply if you have a disability. We spent the morning in a state of disbelief. A Galgo (Spanish greyhound) was in transit to the UK but the adopters pulled out because Pablo had a limp which they hadn’t known about. I was speechless. Well briefly. As was Partner. Mostly we shook our heads in […]Read Post ›
Terrible pain in guts. Ouch. Not being very bright off the mark, I put it down to stress. I put everything down to stress. It’s usually a good diagnosis. A rather delicate rose-coloured shade of urine. No. Not stress. Engage brain. Bad pain in the little tubey bit from kidney out through, plus pink bits […]Read Post ›
Where to start? Surreal conversation number one ‘Hello, police.’ ‘Hello, officer, there is a car illegally blocking us in. It’s parked on a yellow line in a tow away zone. We can’t get out.’ ‘Give me the number, I’ll try and contact them and ask them to move it.’ Wouldn’t want to be in a […]Read Post ›
I wandered down to the Romería on Sunday to watch Jésus have his annual parade around the place. It’s nominally a thanks for the good crops and a request for more of the same please. I would have thought watching the moon cycles, not overcropping, and avoiding nasty chemicals might help, but clearly putting the […]Read Post ›
Thursday 10 March He drove Tosca to the vet for her op. In our thirty years of dogs, we’ve not taken a dog for surgery. Unless you count Ben and his teeth. Some 20 years later, I’m still not up to writing about that. Maybe one day. My parents took our boxer for the perpetual […]Read Post ›
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