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!!