Should have noticed something was not quite right when this rather beautiful, tall, slim young lady appeared on the scene. When after fancying her for a minute or two, realised that she was in fact, a he. Not only was he an uphill gardener but the obvious cavorting became a little wearisome after a while.
Then the Flamenco troop arrived. I had seen and heard them earlier in the afternoon, banging on in one of the cabins on site and supposed then to by another bunch of Spaniards having a good, but noisy, week end.
Now I don’t know what you expect from a Flamenco act but it’s probably not far from mine. Tall, slim, tight trousered Spaniard accompanied by a buxom lady of indeterminate age , both in black, both with jet black hair, with castanets and various red frilly bits attached to parts of their bodies. Then there would be a bunch of guys in big hats with guitars of varying sizes with someone else on bongos.
Or if you are a Monty Python fan; “every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.”
What did we get? A tall anorexic blond in a long dress and normal shoes, a guy sitting on and playing an empty canned peaches box from the local Mercadona supermarket. A very fat guy playing a guitar of which he could barely reach all the strings, and a dwarf as the main guy. Not that they were not good at what they did, it’s just not what I had expected.
We sat through it and eventually paid and left, it was still going strong. It turned out that it “went strong until dawn”.When we got back, Tricia needed the loo and after a while I heard her laughing uncontrollably and for a moment thought she was again thinking of me posing earlier in the evening with my underpants pulled up to my armpits to provide some kind of truss. It was not, she had remembered a punch line to an old joke.
Young Jonny is in the class room when the teacher decides to have a word test. “OK class; let’s have a word beginning with the letter A, Peter?” Jonny is whispering to Peter, “Say arse hole, say arse hole!” “Apple” said Peter. “Now Jenny give me word beginning with B”. “Say bastard, say bastard”, whispers Jonny. “Book” says Jenny.
“Now, Angie, give me a word beginning with C”. “Say C$%^, say C$%^, calls Jonny”. “Cloud” say Angie.
“OK Jonny, you seem to have a lot to say, give me a word beginning with D”.
Jonny thinks, and thinks and thinks. D er? D er?
“DWARF!…………with a ten foot cock!”
Now dear listener you, like me, must wonder at the type of mind, while sitting on the toilet, would come up with that? We finished off the night with just the one single episode of WW.
Been on eBay and lost a bid for, as recommended by Ron C, series 1-3 of Prison Break, waiting on series 1-6 of the Sopranos. Full series of “Yes, Minister/Prime Minister” and “World at War” from Amazon which will be there, at home, to pick up at Christmas.
As its Sunday morning it’s “Chuckie” egg and toast soldiers for SWMBO and The Sunday Times Online, with coffee, for me. I’ve just read that Sunderland beat Arsenal 1-0, cheered me up no end after playing well and getting nothing from the last few games.
Tricia is doing better and working harder at her Spanish than me. She is on days of the week, asking the time, date, day etc. I’m still learning my numbers.
What to you think this is? (phonetic) Thyehntoh nohvehntaheenewbeh, if that is, you can get your tongue round all those t’s and h’s. In Spanish it’s “ciento noventa y nueve”. Back to my books. Bye the way, its 199.
Looks like we will be staying here a bit longer than planned. We got the “special” once only deal of €299/month inc. electric etc. which lasts until end of December. Then it’s €38/day plus electric, or somewhat less monthly. If you contract to stay for 6 months it’s about €10/day plus electric but they load the front end of the deal so the average is 10/day. i.e. 1st month is €20/day, 6th month is €7/day. So we are trying to convince them that January is our 3rd month and get it for about €15/day.
Thing is when we fly back home for about 3 weeks, we will be paying the bills at home (as normal) but also paying whatever for the campsite here in Marjal, does anyone want a short Christmas break in warm weather? Sign up here; we are only 20 minutes from Alicante airport.
So if we stay until end January our next port of call will be Camping Cabo de Gato, not far from Almeria in Andalusia, which is about 200 miles away and further south.
The Swans were planning a visit to us about that time frame so don’t let them know and they will probably turn up at the wrong place.
It is noon’ish now, the Sun is out and all is well and warm. We plan a cycle ride to the port, which you can actually see from the campsite over the river but is 8 miles away because the only bridge across the Segura river is in Guardamar. The port seems to attract all kinds of people bringing their hopes from afar, like pilgrims to a shrine. Alan Swan would understand.
We also have talked often of “doing an English”, that is, having a proper Sunday roast at one of the many, Brit run restaurants around. If we did I think I would think of it as failing in some way.
Just been up to do the washing up and on the notice board is a notice, well that is where you put notices, advertising a Cribbage club, meeting on Mondays at 7:30 pm. What’s more attractive is that it meets in the bar, job done. Don’t know how we will get on as the Swinhoe Cribbage rules have kind of evolved over the years so I had better take a big knife with me.
Anyone who has actually lived through one of Tricia’s losing fits needs all the protection he can muster. 
Been and done the port, back to MS and dinner.
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