Beetroot vindaloo

March 14th, 2018

Bust busy busy, which is a good thing I suppose. It’s because Easter is only 2 weeks away and Jesus has a load for me to do before then, before the clients arrive, getting there but I am starting to fall asleep in front of the tele. What with all that work the Gralla group told me that I will be playing with them at the Easter fair in the village, no pressure then. I also still want to play the ukulele and learn Catalan, might give the learning French a miss for a while.
As for the weekend, It wasn’t Pepes, actually it was for me, because there was a pool competition, I entered knowing I had to loose as the next round was Saturday night and we where going out with Inger Saturday night. I did loose, although at one point I thought I wouldn’t as the bloke I was playing was worse then me. Moira’s stayed at home as did Cerrie and Sonny.
Saturday night we went out with Inger to Chez Luisette, we had their pad Thai which was delicious last time I had it but lacked zest this time. So glad I learnt to eat with chop sticks when I was young.
Sunday we went to Mollet de Peralada as there was a cod fair on. Barely any cod was available, but there was 3 Gralla groups doing their bit which was interesting for me, maybe not so much Moira. We also found another place to buy pellets, I think we are liking Lydia’s pellets at the moment. That night we meet Ian and Stewart in Pepes, Inger and Irena came along, and the Steve and Maria. After everyone went home Maria come over to ours for a bit to much wine for Sunday night. We all made it Zumba the next evening though.

pellets from Asturias

March 7th, 2018

Funny day today, after a really nice weekend. So nice that yesterday i was quite shattered, the rain didn’t help either. No today, my mobile decided to ring of it’s own accord 2 people with news.that I needed to know. In the morning it rung a client who while on the phone told me that his daughter was arriving the end of next week which meant I had to get the garden looking at least tidy. The in
the afternoon it rung Joanna, who again while on the phone told me that she couldn’t make this evening, which was a shame but just what I needed to know, so as I could work half an hour longer and getvan olive tree pruned. I not sure I believe in ghosts as such maybe the spirit does live on for a while after someone dies. Don’t know and not sure knowing would change the way I live my life, but It was a nice feeling thinking that it was my mun helping me out a bit.
Friday night we went to bar. Moira has got herself a Vale and was trying it out, she still feel she needs to go outside.
Saturday we shopped then I worked, then we watched a film in front of the fire
Sunday we went to Boadella to see how low the water level was on the dam. It was low, lower then we had seen it for years. We also went to see a building on the river that feeds the lake, that not only Jesus had told me to go and see but Inger as well. Interesting iglf you like swiss built hotel spars in the middle of the Catalan countryside

Paneer or holoumi?

February 28th, 2018

It’s raining, in fact it’s been raining pretty much all day, while the rest of Catalunya has snow.
Friday night we went to Pepes for the usual
Saturday we went to Roses to by a doorbell, the car was over heating so on the way to the doorbell shop we popped into a garage, they had a look at the car, there was a leak in the cooling system, they ordered the piece they thought they needed and filled the cooling system up with water so as we could get home. We got the doorbell but forgot everything else that we had gone to Roses for. We got the car home and after I had topped it up again the car got me to the garden I was doing and back. That night we had Cerrie, Sonny, Irena and Inger over for haggis, just because we had the haggis and it needed eating. At 10.00 we went to the bar as the garriguella carnival was going up the high street, every year it gets bigger with more floats. Irena and Inger went home and I went its Cerrie and Sonny to the school hall for a bit of a dance.
Sunday was Ranxo, everyone form around garriguella goes to the school hall to eat salad, a rice stew and Brunyols. Also to drink quite a lot, we loved it, even though I have to take my own rice stew.
I am now waiting for the garage to ring me to tell me the car has been fixed so I can go and pick it up and pay.

chocolate bar wrapper

February 21st, 2018

Weve decided aki pellets are no good. Which is a shame as they are the easiest to get, and we are going through another cold spell.
Back to normality a bit with the weekend. Friday night was Pepe’s night with Cerrie. Saturday Moira helped me to a garden and the in the afternoon I did a bit to my garden. Annoyingly I discovered that the palm tree had been got again by the palm weevil sometime last year,my fault as I had cut back on the amount of times I was treating it. That night we stayed in and wayhed a DVD infront of the fire.
Sunday was an almost lovely day so we packed up a picnic and went for walk to the beach through aiguamols to see the flamingos. Half way to the beach is the bench Mum made it to before she had to turn back. It was mums bench, every time we go to aiguamols, it reminds me of her and gets a smile. Simple things.
Monday was Gralla class, I learnt a new tune which I planed to remember to practice later after Zumba. After Zumba I couldn’t remember the new tune.

the mouse room.

February 14th, 2018

something happened tuesday night, because i woke up Tuesday morning as if a weight had been lifted, but not really a weight because that signifies a burden nor did i have a sence of relief. it was probably something to do with standing up infront of 90 people and telling them how i felt about my mum, something i had needed to do since the 18th of January, the best explination i can come up with, is it was something like having a fairy born your my head.
it was a weekend i probably will not forget, so little need for documenting it.

a sequin and a smile

February 9th, 2018

What a week. The weekend seems like age ago. Its been a rollercoaster ride of emotions since Friday
Friday night was the bar as usual, I read Cerrie my speach then apologised as she cried.
Saturday I worked pretty much all day, then we stayed in and ate something from the recipe book that mum bought me for Christmas. I can’t tell her I also can’t tell her that the kitchen is now warm enough to sit in now the pellet burner is up and running.
Sunday I worked in our garden catching up with myself. Moira thinks I am working to hard, no more then usual I’d say.
Monday at Zumba I told someone about mum then had something Lima an anxiety attack while trying to learn the new steps
Tuesday night was Joanna, she’s easy to talk to even in Catalan.
Wednesday night the gralla. The moment I can play one tune I will buy my own.


February 1st, 2018

i have been busy, which has helped, we are getting a pellet stove installed. its actually installed, it took Bruno and Jose a day and a half to set it all up, they fiitted us in inbetween jobs. now we are waiting for a man to come from Girona to check it, get it running and give us a garantee. we should be able to finally use it tomorrow night, just as we go out to Pepes, which is handy as 15 days of cold has been forcast.
Last weekend as usual we went to Pepes, Isabel and Stewart where there, they bought the derinks as i had popped round to there house a few times to check on their alarm. they were going to pay for the food as well, but that was just a bit much.
Saturday we went shopping in the morning for pipes for the stove then i worked in the afternoon, with Moiras help.
Sunday was a nice day, we went for a walk from Llanca to the light house at Port de la selva, bumping into Isabel and Stewart on the way, beer and peanuts at the light house then we walked back.
one of Jesuses clients, an English lady that has lived in the village for over 20 years and in Catalunya for a lot more then that, came round on Friday night before we went out to give me an essential oil mix she had made for me, i had told her that mum had died. i am taking it, maybe its just the placebo effect,or because she had driven to our house late on a wet, cold Friday night to give me the mix, but i like to thionk its helping.
i am also learning to play the Gralla, a catalan instrument of very few notes. its a reed instrament and not easy to get a sound out of it. getting there though

Mr Bojangles

January 23rd, 2018

About 7 years ago a man rang our door bell in a small village in Catalunya, he was doing a survey on what the general public thought of the cultural events and goings on in the area.
We worked our way through the questioner slowly but surely until we got to the last question, which was, who was my greatest cultural influence, I replied my mum.
She was much more intelligent and clever then she let herself believe
Kinder and more loving then she ever knew
Much more generous and giving then she gave herself credit for
More forgiving and open minded then she ever realised
Loved by more people then she would ever know
Spike Milligan wrote, I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. For me my mum was that tree.

Curry leaves

January 16th, 2018

Christmas is over, that’s it. Mum, Dad, Natalie and Andy have gone home, after a fun weekend. The weather wasn’t as bad as we thought it would be it only rained one day. We ate at Pepes Friday night with Cerrie and Sonny. Can Batlle Saturday night, baroque Sunday when it rained and at home again Monday night.
Everything went well except me waking up late on Monday morning, telling the client that I was late because the van wouldn’t start up, and then in the afternoon on leaving his house the van really wouldn’t start. Luckily Jesus was there to bring me down to village so I didn’t miss Zumba. The vans fixed now, new battery.

lego men

January 2nd, 2018

finally the weather has started to be as it should be at this time of year, not as cold as it has been but then its stopped being windy for the moment.
Friday night we went to Chez Luisette, as Pepe was still closed and also we hadnt been there for ages. they squeezed us in at the bar, i had a tofu stir fry which was far nicer then it sounds.
Saturday, i worked in the morning and in the afternoon we went to the garden centre to get compost and a present for Joanna. the compost was bought because, years ago an old allotment expert in the village told me that he sows his tomatoes indoors just after christmas, so i try and follow his advice every year. sometimes i remember sometimes i forget, this year i have rememberd to buy the compost but havent got round to sowing just yet.
Sunday was new years eve, time to prune the bourganvillia and the olive while Moira cleaned the house as we had paying guests for new years eve. a couple from France that were visiting the girls brother, as usual they spoke fluant english.
that night we wentr to Roses to eat pizza but the restaurant was fully booked up, so we got a takeaway and came home to eat our pizzas at the kitchen table, while the fire was getting going. we watched toy story 3 to fill the time until midnight which we watched on telly then went to the church square. we met Cerrie and Pepe there, they invited us back to their private party in the bar, all the usual people where there, it was a very famill orientated spanish event. we eventually gort home at 3 as Moira had to get up at 9 to prepare breakfast.
When the guests had left we went for a walk along the front at Roses then home to have a short nap on the sun beds as Moira was cooking shepperds pie that evening for Inger, Tina and John. she managed, and they all went home full and happy.