H&T have a Spanish lesson in town in Fridays, so I met them afterwards, and we went to the Police Station to get something called Certificado de Ciudano de la Comunidad Europeo or something similar. Basically it means they’re EU citizens, and they needed it to get Spanish driving leceses. It took the rest of the morning, but we succeeded. The only real problem was that my body had mysteriously…
Garafia again
This morning I went to Garafía to help H&T with paperwork again; this time paying the annual bills for the house and getting a fresh certificate that they live there. So I dropped my son off at school, and carried straight on to Franceses. For once I got there well before ten, and we had time for a cup of tea before we set off for the town hall in…
Sir Carlos, Knight of the Shining Gas Bottle
My friend Norma lives in a converted water mill. She has a terrific view and low rent, because you can’t park anywhere near the place. You leave your car near the football stadium and walk up a very steep track for about ten minutes. The first half is steps, which are slightly steeper than the stairs in my house. It’s a marvellous house if you want to get fit. It’s…
A party at last
We went to a late kids’ halloween party yesterday. It was fun, and as it turned out, the start of a new romance. I had planned to spend most of today catching up on very overdue housework. All I actually did was the ironing. And a bit more of the novel. I’m now at 64,309 words.
All Saints Day
In Spain people decorate the tombs of their relatives on All Saints Day (November 1st) . Here’s a couple of photos of our local cemetery. For the last three days I’ve concentrated on giving a short story a major edit ready for an anthology deadline. In the end I wrote 3,000 new words in three days. Now I’m shattered and the house is a mess, but I’m pleased with the…
Halloween
Nothing’s gone to plan tonight. My son wanted to join a party of kids Trick or Treating around Cancajos without an adult in sight. Now Cancajos is full of bars, and now and then you get some dodgy people around. Sin City it ain’t, you understand, but nor is it somewhere we could leave our son unsupervised. So I was going to supervise a party of two. Then the other…