Do not do very well
at bridge having no score at all in two rounds and miss bidding game on a couple of
contracts, but it is enjoyable. Carol offers to
drive me home. I demur as one does and then gratefully accept as I have a lot to carry and
it is very hot.
 Pop in for an intended five minutes chat with friends up the
road to finalise arrangements to meet for the concert tomorrow. We’re going to Tutti Frutti Square for supper and
a concert of Spanish mediaeval songs to raise money for abandoned dogs. Depart
three hours and several glasses of wine later having heard the most hair-raising stories
about the family from hell who have recently moved into the village. Gossip, maybe, but it’s part of the bonding
process and a useful way to keep informed.
The wine gives me the courage to go
round the corner and tackle my neighbours whose plants, especially their bourgainvillea,
are encroaching onto our roof. A little pruning
would be prudent. We gave them permission years ago
to knock holes in our wall for supporting beams for their plants. They are not there so I
will have to nerve myself to go again.
Wednesday. The
Anglo/Spanish choir belt out their songs in aid of the dogs, but the supper is not very
good apart from the gaspacho. I take most of my chicken home as I think it might taste
better cold. (It does).
Thurs. Tai Chi again, then the market
where I bump into Jill and Laurie whom I used to know in Sussex. No coincidence. Having visited me here, Jill was
so taken with the village that she decided to buy too. They
have a small house at the top of the village with marvellous views. Spend the afternoon in
the garden dozing and reading about Georgiana
the Duchess of Devonshire. The aristocracy always seemed to be in debt, having affairs,
taking drugs and having illegitimate children. G
and her husband apparently had a menage a
trois for years.
Do some
whitewashing for Anna and David, then forty minutes meditation, followed by supper of
pumpkin soup and Spanish omelette, plus Spanish conversation. I guess my Spanish is improving but it’s very slow, and I am comforted by the
fact that David’s is no better.
 Autumn again, and our lovely village pool with its wonderful
views of the mountains and the countryside is soon to close for the season. I use it regularly and am getting up to 50 lengths. The weather will cool
down in the next few weeks, and we will need to
have the heating on for a couple of months in the winter. It’s
rarely really cold though, or damp and dark like the UK.
I am not sorry I came back.
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