Booked the P&O ferry back for the 17th June, something we did not really want to put in stone but for a couple of reasons did. 1, the Leadbetters are going back then and 2, we booked now because the prices rises nearer the date, preaching to the converted here I know, BUT although the later booking price goes up by at least £80, you can change your booking for £25, where's the logic in that then?
Since we started doing this, last year, I do not like deadlines, it's like a two week holiday in our past life, you get there and are immediately counting off the days till you go back. If fact the last few days aren't a holiday any more because you are franticly running around buying last minute presents for Auntie Rosy and worrying about where to leave your bags because you are getting chucked out of the hotel at 10 am and where are you going to “hang around” until the bus arrives at midnight to take you to the airport. Yep I really miss all that.
Of course when booking I lied about, height, width, length, weight, the number of giraffes aboard, just about everything (who measures), in fact I think they're expecting a Mini Cooper with a tent.
I'll just blame feet versus decimal and the Euro in general.
We finally made into Santa Pola, the next town to the north of us, we had driven by many times, on our way into Alicante but on the day we tried there was a town fun run on and we could not get in to park. So in we went this time and parked near the marina. The town looked a bit “tired” and old. There was a “free” parking lot full of Motorhomes but it was also very run down and seedy. Talked to n English couple who had just arrived and they agreed and were moving on pretty sharpish. The opposite was true of the coast road out of the place, it was gorgeous, if a man can actually use that the word.Last night I decided to have the last of the king prawns in garlic and butter with a fresh baguette, SWMBO was going to have her vegetable “diet” soup.
“Er...what are you having?”
I told her.
“You will stink of garlic!”
“Your point is?”
“Er..all by yourself,not asking if I wanted any?”
“You said you did not want any and you were having soup?”
“Well that was then wasn't it?”
“And?”
“Well it's now isn't it?”
I did some extra salad and we managed the whole baguette between us.
Tonight there is a Food Festival in Guardamar and SWMBO has decided we are attending, if it's anything like the Christmas Festival we went to in early December I'd better have a couple of Big Macs before I go.
She also has been pestering me to wash the car, I mean it's only been six weeks and it may rain again in the next couple so why bother? Also we cannot wash our cars on site, we have to go to a “Lavadora” which actually costs real money. I'll see if I can fit it in before the gravy boat comes in.
First born, Adam, car broke down, it was making a terrible noise when we there at Christmas so it is not a surprise. Adam's outlook is “if it isn't broke, don't fix it and then again even if it is, just wait till it actually stops, then get someone else to fix it”. The somebody is usually me but not being there, because I would have fixed it earlier, so it had finally stopped. I realised that this situation may occur so I had bought him a breakdown service plan for Christmas and told him where the keys were for our (old) Porsche if he needed it. Which of course he does and did.
I don't know how he manages to struggle through life all by himself, with no help at any turn, bless.
But that's just Adam, Heather fights and works, and usually gets what she goes for. If he fell in a bucket of shit he would come up smelling of roses. Here is one example:- on the day his Vauxhal Nova became none operational, on the day mind you, his friend Jason, phoned from Australia and told him he could have his Cleo, which of course was still taxed and tested, enough said? By the way the said Nova cost him £1 as it was a trade in at a BMW garage and it was his if he could drag himself to Tunbridge Wells to get it.
Decided to do all the checks before leaving Monday, when it would be too late if anything was seriously amiss. Check tyre pressures, grease bits that needed greasing, car, oil, water etc. Everything pretty much AOK.
Sitting outside, having lunch and notices that front offside (depending if you're in Europe or UK) looks a tad down, gives it a kick, it's bloody flat! Must have knackered the valve because when pumped up that's where all the air is coming from. Damn it! Anyway better here than on the motorway or first thing on Monday morning. Off with the spare on the back, extend font legs to maximum, after slackening wheel nuts of course, wheel comes free and is off. Change wheel, but I do not know what the torque settings are for the wheel nuts, one grunt or three, who knows, it's not in the manual?
So two grunts it is and I'll check at the first coffee stop on the motorway, if it's still on.
Again as mentioned, it was washing day, including bedding which meant the € eating washing machines and our little twin tub for all the smalls. The wind picked up and it was a good drying day as Tricia's Aunty Alice used to say.
News on the home front:- Heathers is selling more BMW's and is “busy”, Olly has just one more flight and he is a Pilot, Adam as above, Antonia is still engaged and Rickardo is having his hair cut and going to job interviews.
Tomorrow is Sunday, The Times Online and “chucky egg” day for the missus.
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