Today was busy. This morning I went to El Paso with my friend Helen to collect the paperwork from the technical inspection of their van, and then take it to the agency in Santa Cruz. When we got to the agency, the door was open and nobody was there. So we went for a coffee and cameback. Still nobody there. We went to the bank. I’ve had people phoning me,…
The Roque’s been in a state of some excitement lately. This is GranTeCan (Gran Telescopio Canario), the new Spanish telescope on the mountain top. The photo doesn’t really give you a sense of scale, but it’s huge, with a main mirror 10 metres (33ft) in diameter. Look for the door at the base to get an idea. On July 15th, they had the first light ceremony for it, with the…
Well, we’re home again. But I feel I haven’t stopped since we got up at 4 am to go to Manchester airport. We got home at 5pm on Thursday. Helen and Theresa, friends from Franceses had cleaned the place up, sorted out the laptop, and left some fresh food, bless them, so I didn’t have to dash out shopping. My husband went to fetch the cats, our son made a…
It’s been too busy for comfort. My friend Farida wasn’t in hospital for long, but she was sent home with strict instructions to stay in bed. Since she lives with an 11-year-old daughter, and infirm mother-in-law and a non-domesticated husband, I’ve been taking up rather a lot of the slack. Meanwhile my son had a ton of end-of-shcool-year homework, which only gets done if I nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag nag-nag-nag-nag-nagnag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag. It’s like pushing…
Today is Corpus Christi. In Mazo, they’ve decorated the streets with the most beautiful archways and flower carpets, as they do every year. As soon as I’d dropped my son off at school, I went to Mazo and started taking photos. Half an hour later, Helen and Theresa joined me, and we took more photos before stopping for coffee. I’ll be putting up a page of photos on my web…
Last night I dreamed I was in a motorway service station, having a cup of tea and a chat with Paul Harrison from the Beatles (that’s what he was called in the dream, but perhaps I really meant George McCartney). And I was the age I am now, but Paul was in his late twenties, dressed as though it was 1970. It was fun. I think I’ll make a habit…