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  • Not A Normal Life : The Children are Missed

    Not A Normal Life

    The Children Are Missed

    It has now been two weeks, since our grandchildren visited, and now it must be time to put away all their toys, games, and deflate all their garden and pool inflatables.

    Whilst there is no denying that hubby and I love and enjoy their company, it is just nice to have peace and quiet, and have our own routine restored, it’s nice to be able to have a mid afternoon siesta without objects stuffed up my nostrils, or for granddad to awake covered in lipstick. It’s also nice for the lounge floor tiles, and the coffee table not to be mosaiced in macaroni cheese or chocolate mouse, it’s nice that the bathroom, now contains Gillette razors, tampax and shaving foam, without the risk, of them been misused in any some way, and that any possible visit to the ER room has been avoided.

    Still it has been nice to see them, and nice to see them safety returned to their parental guardians, safe, sound, fed and most of all unbitten, by all the dangerous, species, lurking in our garden At this moment in time we can rest assured that a return visit is on the cards.

    I am sorry to say that we have had a family tragedy over the last couple of days. You may recall hubby, has befriended a lizard in the garden and called him Eddie Lizard. Well this particular day, Eddie, who was obviously relieved that the decibels in the garden had receded, on account, of the children returning home, so he was in his usual spot, waiting for hubby to feed him a cup full of water, which he has become accustomed to.

    Fine, no problem, hubby was delighted, that his slippery little friend had returned, he was so chuffed he spoiled him, and swatted an extra couple of flies for him. Hubby turned his back to look for some other creatures he could get Eddie to nibble on, when Eddie disappeared, we could not find him anywhere.

    However, next morning, we discovered a trail of ants, and on closer inspection, we sadly discovered Eddie. He had accidentally, been trapped under the electrical extension reel, we used for cleaning the paddling pool, so needless to say, hubby was gutted, near to tears actually, he had really began to love little Eddie Lizard.

    We have had a really interesting weekend, Saturday was one of the wettest days in a long time, whilst it was most welcome, water is very precious here in Spain, it’s good for the land, the trees etc, but what is worrying is the electricity cables, outside our bedroom window. When we first bought our house, I thought the wires were old telephone wires, like England used to have, way before Busby, or Beatie, I should imagine you know the type, they look like they have been knitted together by your aunt, but no, these are the main Electricity wires, serving all the houses in our village. Most of the time these wires are sufficient, until it rains.

    This last weekend the state of our wiring has brought much concern on two counts. The wires have been arching together, due to the weight of excessive water, and sparks from the wires have actually either fallen onto our very dry grass, or into the children’s paddling pool. Now these are not just little sparks, but enough to bring delight at a standard firework display. We phoned the Electricity company, only to be told, "“Grande Problemo Augusto “, that’s right it’s August, and the Spanish do not work in August, well, hopefully it won’t rain again until September, when we may be able to get someone to look at it.

    The second and more important reason to be annoyed with our weather and the electricity, is the power cuts, every two minutes so it seemed. I was just watching an episode of the fantastic Sopranos, a vital Soprano moment, when the power cut, roll on September. Bada Bing!!

  • Not A normal Life

    Not a Normal Life

    A New Week

    Mario Mole

    I awoke this morning to the sounds of “got it”, hubby yelled whilst coming in from the garden, “what”, I said, my imagination working overtime, after last weekend, and the scorpion incident. I swear if its anything, as sinister, as that, I am definitely heading back to the UK, I don’t care how bad the weather is there, no amount of rain will stop me.

    “The mole he said”, referring to the supposed mole, that was furrowing its way around the garden, merrily chewing at the roots of his tomato plants. “I saw it moving so I thought, Mr Mario mole you have had it now”, oh please I thought, is it too early for a gin, anyway to cut a long story short, the so called mole is no more. (I don’t want to steal his thunder but it looked like a mouse to me), still for the moment we can rest assured that our tomatoes are safe.

    The Weeks Entertainment

    “Don’t think for one minute I am wathching that garbage again tonight”, hubby bellowed from the kitchen. Since moving to Spain we refuse (that and the fact that we can’t afford it) to install a satellite dish, which would enable us to watch all the UK TV channels, and countless more.

    Instead we pretend that, by only been able to watch tv in Spanish, that this can only be good for us, supposedly, it improves our grasp of the Spanish language, but all we seem to watch are the same things we saw in the UK, but in Spanish, for example, at 8 PM Monday-Friday, for almost one hour and the highlight of the evening, is a programme called Alla Tu, which roughly translated means, deal or no deal.

    Sunday and Monday evening is Factor x, yes you’ve guessed it, x Factor Now I have to admit that I enjoy both of these programmes, they are certainly entertaining, not to mention amusing, and I can also pretend that by watching them, it is improving my Spanish.

    However, going back to what my husband was referring to as garbage, is the box of dvd’s kindly lent to us by my obviously nocturnal friend, the complete 1st & 2nd series of 24.

    Now at the moment we are just two dvd’s away from the end of the 1st series, I cannot help thinking what awful luck the Bauer family are having, especially since dad is a special agent, (perhaps he needs retraining) they do seem to get themselves into some nasty situations, they have been kidnapped, raped, thrown out of cars, suffered from amnesia, and lots lots , more.

    Whilst I admit I do feel some affinity with them, can someone please tell me how they all stay so clean, what is there secret, they are spotless, terrific hair,

    Still, all that said we will be watching it again tonight, I don’t care what he says, if it’s a choice between, 24, Alla Tu, or Factor X.

    24 it will be.

    The Arrival of the Grandchildren

    I mentioned earlier, that two of my granddaughters are coming to stay, for at least 2 weeks.

    My eldest granddaughter is almost 5, and will soon be starting school full time at the beginning of the new school term.

    Well I don’t like to admit this, but I have a confession to make.

    Since my granddaughters were born, they think that their grandma (me) is actually Marilyn Monroe, mainly because, I have a handbag, with a picture of Marilyn Monroe on it.

    One day the eldest one pointed to it, and said “Grandma”, and it has stuck ever since.

    Obviously you cannot blame me for not putting them straight, after it’s quite a compliment, but it has got a bit out of hand, especially, as everytime we see a picture of the wonderful Marilyn my two shout, “Look there’s grandma”.

    Yes, I know it’s got to stop, but what is more worrying is the fact that they also think, that I have a tiny tummy, and that Granddad is Jack Nicholson.

    Help!

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