Archive for March, 2018

Maria goes to the Colombian shop

Thursday, March 29th, 2018

I reckon by Saturday I will be able to play, El Circ, Rock, a bit of a white stripes song, a bit of a pasa doble, Nino nana or something like that and the first bit of la manta al cool. On the gralla, whether I can play them on the day is yet to be heard.
Last weekend was a bit busy, Friday night we went to Pepes as usual.
Saturday it rained all day but we still managed to go Max’s party, which we go to every year in his workshop near Marca. Then host a curry night for Moira’s birthday at home.
Sunday was Pepes birthday party, it wasn’t raining which was handy as he had cooked calcots, for us and his family.
Monday we had a bit of recovering to do before my last Gralla rehearsal and then Zumba.

Pickled chillies

Thursday, March 22nd, 2018

It was Moira’s birthday yesterday, we went to a Turkish restaurant in Figueres, more like a charming Turkish cafe, really good and really cheap.
Moira had a weekend on her own, Friday night she took me to the train station Saturday night she went to Pepes and Sunday night she picked me up again from th same train station. I had gone to England to plant, as it happens, I had gone to England to plant while it was snowing, breaking all the gardening rules but, Dad and I did a good job.
Saturday night we went for a pub lunch, it was still snowing which made the drive home interesting.
Sunday morning it had been snowing so much that we really could do nothing rules or no rules. Mid day I started to make my way home. A good weekend planting and playing the ukulele and cooking when necessary.
Tuesday I had a funny one, I was doing a hedge when a big bag flew by, that never happens thanks mum I thought to myself. Then Jesus found 2 more big bags blowing down the road the next day.

Beetroot vindaloo

Wednesday, 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

Wednesday, 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