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What a Crazy week! I was having a reasonable working day on Friday, and in a great mood. The sun was shining. I had had good vibes from the cold calling I had done touting for business (advertising!). I had just secured a teaching contract at the local language school, and start next Tuesday. They had not fallen over when I said I wanted 20 euros an hour, and it had transpired that the guy who runs the language school, also has the contract for running the tourist information centres in the town. (He was well impressed with my website, and the services my publicity company provides.) So after 3 years of hard slog and depressing knocks, it seems I had finally fallen on my feet and made the contact of a lifetime. (Well, for this town anyway). The downside...and of course, isn't there always one! I have just signed the contract to move house an hour inland. Nevermind, it's a nice drive, and driving is always good to gather your thoughts and make plans. (When you don't have the kids in the car, that is!) Well, I was positively bristling with pride at having impressed the right person, and secured another few strands of income, that will most definitely help!...When I noticed the tiniest of kittens in front of a 4x4 that the passenger had just got into, and looked as though the driver was about to pull away. I stopped, and motioned to the driver that a kitten was almost under his wheel. Just as I did this, the crazy little critter jumped up into his sump guard and stayed there! After 10 minutes of trying in vain to coax the kitten out, the passenger went to purchase some cat food to coax it out. Eventually, the 'hungry' kitten alighted from his dangerous hideaway, and began to eat the trail of food. The driver asked to use my fleecey jacket (it had been cold that morning as I left the house), that I draped over my arm, to throw over the kitten to catch it, as it had by now, evaded several attempts to grasp it by hand and was quite a spitty little creature. Each time, it had leapt back up into the sump guard of his truck... I gave them my jacket, and 2 minutes later, the kitten was covered and lifted away from the vehicle. The driver gladly gave me the bundle, and happily drove off, after we had briefly introduced ourselves. I was happy that the kitten was saved, then realised I was now holding the bundle of trouble, and now responsible for it! I still had customers to call on, so I walked back to my car and put my jacket, still encompassing the furry bundle, along with the cat food into my boot, and continued my next few calls...... (Gotta finish this later, one of my kids in the UK is MSN'ing me)........ Last edited on 07:14 pm by Pussycat |
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Finally got back to my car. Difficult decision. We have two dogs, just about to move house, and the last thing we need right now is a kitten!!!!! So, in the middle of town, (the place any abandoned animal is most likely to find a home), I decided to open the boot, and wave goodbye to the bundle of spit and hiss! I opened the boot with a heavy heart.....and the two biggest eyes, perfectly happy sat in the corner of my boot ( 'trunk' I think for you guys) simply refused to move! ( I had expected the kitten to leap from the 'trunk (boot)! IT DIDN'T HAPPEN! HE/ SHE/IT just looked at me, and that was that! I phoned my hubby to explain what had happened, expecting him to say let it go! When he said (much to my surprise) bring it home! I was thrillled! I knew this was the least practical solution, and any sensible person would simply have shoooed it out of the trunk, but there you go. I am simply not normal! And my hubby, as hard as he tries to be, is just as soft as I am! So........ our dogs and us, have had to adapt our lives to a kitten in the household. And....it's been quite fun! The dogs are adapting to a kitten in the house. The Kitten lives in the bathroom at night, and when we go out, as we can't trust our little terrier type dog with it yet. (The big dog is fine, but I don't trust the little one yet!") Anyway. That's the kitten thing. (Dear sweet little soul already uses the litter tray). Apart from the kitten, we have just signed the contract to move house an hour inland. My kids are all in the UK. I miss them like mad! My daughter just got engaged to be married. (She moved back to the UK a year ago (19 years old now). Way too young, but who is to stand in the way of young love...however it works out ?? My husband has just been told he is going to be a Grand-Father ( different daughter) He was very quiet the first day (3 days ago), but I think it has finally sunk in. So I am going to be a Grannie of sorts in 7 months! So, all in all, a rather strange week! How was your week?
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I have a brief moment to catch up, but not time to read, which is a crying shame. I am sat in an internet cafe. Ok for email sending etc, but hopeless for forum work, as their server cuts off every five minutes and forces you to log in again. It's very disheartening to lose so many posts because you forgot to copy them to your clipboard before you tried to send them! (Makes mental note to copy this one.....well, if you are reading this then I remebered and will wear a smug grin for the rest of the day!) Anyway. I haven't been around because we still have no internet connection. The provider here has a dreadful reputation, and quite apart from the fact that it is in a foreign language and futile venting any frustrations with them, the only consolation, is that the Spaniards find them just as frustrating! I can do no more than wait and hope that sooner or later they will condescend to re-connecting us after our move. I miss catching up with you all, and can't wait to get back here on a regular basis. Meanwhile, I just have to tell you, that after having lived here a week, we were invited to Thanksgiving feast (Turkey and apple pie to die for) with an lovely American family who have befriended us. I will post more as soon as I can, but for now, take care my friends. I miss you all, and eagerly wait to be able to play with my cyber buddies again! 
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I was looking through some old posts on my site, and found this, that I'd written in the early days of my life in Spain. It was at about the time when the novelty had worn off, and some hard hitting struggles were just beginning for us all. I had written this after about a year of living here. Some aspects of it I need to update, but am posting this anyway. Much has changed since (I will post an update here sometime). What caught my eye with this particular one, was the bit about telephones and not taking them for granted.... Y que lo digas! (You can say that again!!) SO YOU STILL THINK YOU MIGHT LIKE TO LIVE IN SPAIN, HUH? I suppose I had always remembered Spain from my Spanish holiday in Torremolinos back in the early 1980’s. Primarily as a land of beaches, bars, white buildings, lots of alcohol and no sleep. (Well, ok, that is a teenager’s memory). However, now some 20+ years later, I have a very much different overview of this wonderful country. Peace and privacy are things you leave in whatever country you come from. Dogs dominate the night sounds, only to be minimised by the small-bore motorcycles that scream through the early hours. They are both actually fairly constant throughout the entire day, but just a lot more noticeable at 3am! Water, telephones and electricity at your constant disposal, are also a feature that you will leave when you decide to live in Spain. They are certainly available here, but that doesn’t mean that you can take them for granted. The one thing that you can believe, is that you become a far more tolerant, passive person. For not only do you learn to live with the 'Mañana Syndrome' - That means that whenever you order goods or a service, you will almost certainly be told that it will be with you tomorrow (Mañana). Ignore this, and do not get optimistic. Just agree to come back next week, and then everyday until it appears! This does in fact normally achieve positive results. NEVER believe Mañana, and you will rarely be disappointed. The Spanish people have immense pride, and will want to believe themselves that they can manage by tomorrow, but almost certainly will want you to believe that. They have amazingly short and selective memories! By this, I mean that they do not remember anything that might prove them wrong, or inefficient, but will remember that they said ‘Mas or Menos’ with the price. (This equates to ‘More or Less, and in reality only means that it will be more. Often much more. Morality and scruples when trading are rarely a criteria with them, and 'Customer Service' & 'After Sales Service' are generally not part of their vocabulary, They are primarily a very two faced nation, and you will do well to always remember that everyone is related to everyone else - So no gossiping either, or eat the cake with them, knowing that you become the subject on your departure. This may sound negative, but it is not. For once you realise the above features that define the Spanish people generally, and accept them, you will find that the Spanish People can be the warmest, most welcoming folk that you can imagine. They are generous, and a family of families. And, so long as you make the effort to appreciate their customs and learn to use their language (they love to help you with this), they will do their best to help you with it. But many Spanish shopkeepers tire of foreigners during the summer and the superior attitudes they have. Another thing to be aware of, is that you will never be considered 'Spanish' no matter whether you marry into them, nor how long you live here. Your children are never out alone, as the nearest Spanish woman to them becomes their guardian, as do the teenagers. You don’t have to worry that the 18 or 19yr olds cruising around town with their Semi-Mohican haircuts of all shades, are going to disembowel your 9 year old, as, for a moment later, you will see the same teenagers carrying their 2 year old cousins, or friend’s cousin, or helping your child carry his bag! (In our case, finding a group of them, having parked their sporty car at the side of the road next to our son’s child’s bike, mending his puncture with him! Sleep is another issue that is a little difficult to embrace. Should you have been here for a holiday, you probably wouldn’t have noticed, as you would most likely have been having an active time yourself. Eventually, though, you yearn to sleep a whole night through. This, even in the country is not an available option. And now, after having lived here for almost 3 years, I finally understand why everything shuts down for several hours during the afternoon. It is indeed the quietest time of the 24hours that we call a day, and the time everyone 'must?'catch up on their sleep. During Tourist- time (Peak Summer), you will still find people on the streets during the afternoons (between 2pm and 6pm), but they will be tourists. For in the out of season months, this time of day the streets are bare, and peace reigns. Just as well really, as for come midnight, the whole country is a bustle of activity and revving cars, bikes, shouting and all manner of non sleep-inducing noises. It is a case of adapt or die a long slow death of exhaustion!
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Huh. Manana! Ok, so we live in Spain, and the brilliant weather is pretty much evened up by the 'Manana Syndrome', which incidentally, you would not worry about too much being 90% of the foreigners here. As 90% of the foreigners here, move to Spain simply to retire and not to work. WE sadly, do not fall into that category, but into the 10% who are plagued with the 'Manana Syndrome' waiting for spare parts and materials to arrive in order to work to survive. I am too pissed off to go into more detail at present, but the lack of morality on part of suppliers of services is really quite sickening! YUP.... I'm in a BAD MOOD! (and I can't find a grumpy emoticon!)
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Had a bit of a lousy week with some miserable virus that knocks you for six, but the upside of my week, is that I have not smoked at all since Sunday! That will be a week tomorrow! I have a pretty hard time when I am on the computer, as a fag and the pc go hand in hand....especially when I need to think. But other than that it's not as bad as I thought it would be. It's pretty tough too, at coffee break time as I often work on site with hubby who smokes and probably always will. It's kind of tempting to go and sit somewhere else to drink my coffee rather than drool at his rollie process. Wouldn't be so bad if he smoked tailor-mades, as at least they slip out of the packet reasonably inconspicously and quietly, but it's rather hard to ignore the rustle of the rollie process, which seems to go on forever! Anyway......anyone else going throught this torture?
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I'm in such a good mood today, regardless of my fag-less pc situation that I thought I would share another thought with you... RECENT TAB FLOATING SYNDROME - Some of the Side Effects! The trouble with floating around on the recent tab, is that unless you make a concerted effort to see what particular forum a post is in, you can land yourself quite unwittingly into a serious debate and disrupt it with something that, although meant in mirth and in good humour, is not entirely appropriate. I know this, cuz I just went and did just that on Saint's Earth Moving topic......Sorry, Saint! Anyway, as always there is an upside to every situation, and in this particular case.... the case of the recent tab floating syndrome. I saw a post titled 'Monks' and with a heavy heart that I might land myself in some heavy religious debate, decided to take a look anyway as I didn't recognize the poster. (Curiosity is going to kill this cat one of these days!) What a nice surprise..... I ended up on the Joke forum! 
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Well I finally managed to prise the lid on my laptop (Lucy) to log in (5.30pm) I should be ashamed of myself. I have no idea how Kate and I managed to get through a whole bottle of vodka last night, but I was feeling rather 'Woolly' this morning! Yesterday had been a very warm day, and the early in the evening, our two families kicked off a mammoth social integration spanning 5 decades. No I don't mean we partied for 50 years, just that we had members of every decade, starting with a 5 year old. most of the tiles in the kitchen were occupied by teenagers until Kate and I threw pans full of food at them to make them dissipate.... Happily, once fed, most of them went out and Zak babysitting the two youngest kids, whilst we adults escaped to the yard to right the world. We started trying to sort 'Bush', but decided he was a lost cause, and ended up several hours later moving into the classroom where we have a huge fireplace. It was a shame we did not have any chestnuts, as the fire was perfect for them. But will have to wait for our next trip to France to visit Ocks to pick up another sackful of them. (Never seen as many chestnuts everywhere as we did whilst there!) Anyway, speaking of Ocks, I have to apologise for not being in a fit state last night to mount the stairs in order to speak to him on the phone, as he had apparently called. (Just as well really, as I would probably have been slurring a little!) I don't actually remember going to bed, but apparently I managed this myself, although I was a little remiss in not advising anyone that I was intending this. (I guess that means they missed me!  ) Anyway, apparently Kate did the same...she woke several hours later on our sofa. The men probably had quite a laugh at us, as they remained sober, but what the heck. It was a great evening,.....from what I remember! 
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PARENTHOOD! No qualifications required! - Not even a school certificate. The only thing you need is... Endless patience. Limitless funds. Eyes in the back of your head, as well as blinkers for the occasions when not seeing is better! No expectations. (Especially on the own room cleaning front). The wisdom of a centurion, with the body of a teenager (needed for all that chasing after them cleaning up). The ability to cook well, or the blessing of being deaf for the backlash if you aren't much cop in the cuisine dept! A love of laundry! The ability to breathe, talk, smile and act perfectly normal when entering a biohazard (teenager's bedroom). The art of picking up toxic socks without actually touching them! The ability to make a product surpass it's expectations. (Keep the same washing machine for more than 2 years (functioning),........ this is made easier if you make a total rictual of putting (gloved is recommended) hands right inside EVERY pocket and orifice of clothing articles, to locate and remove, nails, screws, washers, pen parts, paperclips, but sadly...NEVER money! I could go on for hours, but my son has just sat beside me, so I will finish this later... Last edited on 02:24 pm by Pussycat |
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Well, I'll be buggered! It happened! Do you want the good news first, or the bad news? The Good news! I found a euro in the door liner of the washing machine after a wash! The Bad News... I remembered that I had left a euro in my left hand pocket (normally keep change and stuff in my right hand jeans pocket!) Still...until I remembered that it was actually my own money, I was highly elated!
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What did I learn today? I discovered that helping out on a building site is not really a girl thing...... Now I have always been stubbornly adamant that we females can do pretty much anything that men can (Fathering aside etc), but I am beginning to relinquish that policy! My arms hurt horribly from proving that I can carry as much as, and load cement mixers faster than my 90kg 17 year old son! Actually, EVERYTHING hurts almost as much as my pride in admitting this. I don't actually like the farting contests, let alone want to join in! I don't even want to listen.  Sharing a toilet with men (not at the same time!) on a building site is simply horrible!  I don't like going to work with clean hair, and having it feeling like sticky straw an hour into the job with site dust, and looking like something that has just crawled out of a dustbin, especially when we need something from down town, and I have to appear in public like this! And having to wear baggy, comfortable bending, lifting, kneeling clothes and workboots all day, regardless of having to go out in public when we need stuff, looking like an Eminem fan! KNowing that I will bump into some of my advertising customers whilst out! I am not a clean freak by a long way, but building site cups.....  And I miss working at home, near the fridge and the washing machine. And most of all..... I HATE being told what to do all day, and not being able to argue any point as I don't have any authority on the matter to back it up!
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What did I learn Today? - Smiles are contagious. I set off at a leisurely hour this morning armed with my faithfully granny trolley to the daily market. I try to use the same stalls each week, as the owners become familiar with you and know pretty much what you want and how you want it. ie. Tomatos not too red and squishy, but not too green either, the orange ones, and the type that actually smell like tomatos, as many do not these days. I remember the pungient smell of home grown tomatos in the greenhouse, looking a little like the one on Alan Sugars avatar  (not quite the same shaped leaves though!....definitely tomatoes)  And the nice lady with the meat stall knows that when I sai I want a whole chicken, that I don't want it with head and feet still attached! That reminds me of the first time I bought a pre-packed chicken here in Spain from a large supermarket. It looked for all the world as though it was exactly the same as those you buy in the uk in its little polystyrene tray neatly dressed &covered in cling film. It wasn't until I went to cook it and removed it from its packaging that I realised it was still sporting its head and feet!  That's fine, so long as you know HOW to cut the neck from the damned thing, and trying to get the gooey bits out from inside without busting them (as I had been told NOT to burst the gall bladder as it was toxic in some form ..never did find out if that was true or not). And quite apart from that, what do you do with the damned things? If you put them in the bin (even in a bag), the cats and dogs soon sniff them out and you end up with rubbish everywhere! I tried cooking them for the animals once, but was worried about giving them feet with great talons on and beaks etc, so prefer not to go down that road anymore.  The Fishman knows that I want 'Linguado' (I think that's what it's called), because it's lovely fish, (a pink colour about 150mm long and 80mm wide- filleted) easy to cook and no bones. A bit expensive, but if they eat it instead of glaring at the plates, then it is good value! I did venture to have another go at cooking some 'Boquerones' again. (The little fish that you often get as tapas in a semi batter.) I did try this about 2 years ago and completey buggered them. They ended up as a boney mess in the pan...so wish me luck this time. Anyway, I was in a jooly good mood this morning as I capered about the market, and it must have shown, as my grin was being relayed back by all I encountered, and everyone wanted to chat today. some dear old chap spent 20 minutes convinced that I was German whilst telling me how well his neice spoke German, and that we should meet. By the end of it, I didn't like to disappoint him, and just hope <that the next time I see him he hasn't got her with him!  Highlight of my morning was finding a hair clipper set for 9 euros. This is great news as now Jefe will have no excuse for being mistaken as a Santa lookalike because of his beard. It's my fault, because I used the old set he had to trim the dogs with some months back and fair wore them out! The lady in the bazaar remembered me from my visit some weeks ago, and gave me a couple of small sweets. I was so hungry at that point (having walked past the Hot Chicken shop several times torturing my senses with the glorious wafts of roast chicken and chips), that I decided to open one the moment I left the bazaar. It was a small yellow football (dreadfully YELLOW - a real glow in the dark colour) but when you bit into it, you discovered it was filled with a tangy lemon liquid, leaving you with a lemon bubblegum. (I normally hate lemon sweets, but this was certainly nice). So I abandoned my trolley and went back in to buy a euro's worth of them. (20) Well with the world, and laden to overload, I set up back up the hill to our house, and as a rounded the last corner, saw one of our neighbours up a little past our house with her cherub of a grandson 'Salvador'. (Must be about 2 but still sweet!) In true Spanish fashion (it takes a while to be comfortable with this) I stopped (30mtrs approx from them) and yelled 'SALVADOR'! They heard me and turned, and beamed back. Salvador curled his little puddy into a coy wave and they wandered to meet me as I hauled the trolley up the last few metres. Apparently Salvador has quite taken to Eagleking (my 15yr old son), and the mention of his name erupted him into another beam as he looked up onto the balcony outside EK's bedroom. Grannie told me that he often waits outside knowing that EK will be home from school and chat to him. How cute! Anyway. It proves I guess, that with the world on your shoulders and stress curtailing your smile, you don't get to see the beauty in other peoples smiles, as they often are only apparent as a consequence of your own! p.s Eagleking isn't really his name, just his username on our site. His name is really Levi, but the Spaniards call him something like Leeboy, as it doesn't translate easily for them Last edited on 03:19 pm by Pussycat |
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What did I Learn this week? - It doesn't do to plan in advance. I have never been a particularly organised person. But it is not for the lack of trying. I just figure that as I try so hard to slot in with everything that's going on around me, with the family, and life in general, it's quite pointless to plan too much as far as my schedule goes, as there is always something that messes it up. Most of the time, this theory of swaying with the breeze works reasonably well. Well. this week just proves my theory completely as the best course. Mr & Mrs Ocks arrived for a supposedly warm break from the depressing wintery weather in the UK. What happens, ....we get the worst week of weather we have had in a coons age. Storms, rain to sink a battleship, and to top it all this morning it snowed! I ask you? This trip had been planned as surprise Christmas present last December. Who would have thought it would be snowing in April here in Andalucia? I mean, I know we are close to the Sierra Nevada, but we're not THAT high! Not only that, but my car blew a head gasket on the way back from picking them up from the airport last week. (You would have thought THAT should have given us an idea what to expect this week). But no, optimistic me still hadn't twigged. We decided to try to compensate for the grim climate yesterday, and decided to take them up to Trevellez to see the magnificent views and visit the location of the famous Jamons. VIEWS! It was pea soup most of the way up there, so you can imagine the views of the valleys were a marvel. And a snow blizzard started about 3/4 of the way up there! Was that all? NOPE! The Landrover had recently decided that the car was getting far too much attention, so that too had a hissy fit and needed some emergency major works. And although it ran well for the trip, it was getting rather chilly as we climbed the sub arctic temperatures of the High Aplujarra mountains, and realised that in the process of emergency repairs, one of the systems that had been bypassed was the Fan for the heater! GREAT! Fortunately, when we did get to Trevellez, Jefe pulled up his collar and dived under the bonnet to resurrect the heating system whilst his coffee chilled nicely for him in the cafe! We have 3 days left, and I am beginning to worry whether I should iin fact go into hibernation to avoid what else the week has in store for us! The AlHambra trip has been cancelled until next visit, when some better weather might be hoped for. Perhaps they could move it to the Carribean for us! Oh, and last night, Mrs Ocks spent most of the evening looking for her reading glasses! Now wherever could they be. She was pretty sure she had left them on her bedside table. But we still dismantled the living room, the sectional corner suite 17 times, and just about everywhere else in the house, looking for them this morning, as by then, it was becoming a nuisance not finding them. Pennyhapenny will commiserate with us here, when we tell you that the Cat had them. Yes, honestly.!!!!! Our cat is a fiend for stealing things. Normally just rustly or shiney things, but certainly anything that might have dangly things on them, like a pair of glasses on those cord thingies you put around your neck! I had begun to suspect the cat halfway through the morning after every other room in the house had been thoroughly searched several times, leaving the 'gloom room' yet to be searched. (Anyone with 2 teenage boys, kipping temporarily in the same room, will know that asking it to be kept tidy, whilst one is just lodging in there, is going to have to be one one currant short of a fruitcake! But as all else had failed, and both boys were out....an investigation of the gloom room was necessary, as after all, that is the room that the cat sleeps in. (And I though cats had a highly developed sense of smell!) So 53 odd smelly, dust bunny covered underbed 'worn' socks, numerous boxers and enough crockery to host the next Royal wedding were cautiously removed from the room along with.... well, let's just leave it at 3 bin bags, shall we?! ...... Revealing the carefully stashed spectacles!
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