Archive for January, 2018

Mr Bojangles

Tuesday, 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

Tuesday, 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

Tuesday, 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.