Monday, 4 June 2018
Sunday, 3 June 2018
Just back from saying goodbye to Ribadeo. A good week with lots of surprises and parties, we enjoyed my last ever night in a Parador, last visit to Lugo church who were very kind between annointing us with oil and showering us with gifts. The local church plant encouraged us and threw a secret bakering party on the Monday which blew me away. The final chat was on 50 ways to leave your lover and it turned out no one had ever heard the phrase Good Riddance before. Then finally a trip round the market to say goodbye to all the stallholders and finally my GP who I needed to see for anitibiotics to deal with a soft tissue infection in my back. Ribadeo never fails to surprise me with medical conditions previously unheard of. In true Spanish style it was 5 minutes on the matter in hand and then 15 minutes asking us for contacts to teach her daughter English. We have enchufe!!
Saturday, 2 June 2018
No he hasn't won a Pulitzer Prize but Les does get a prize for a very big flit and for tracking down our missing pallets which surprisingly were delivered to Wolverhampton. (Sorry , we have no idea where that is!) Anyway a man with a van arrived at silly o' clock with all our stuff, goods, chattels, worldly possesions call it what you will. Nothing broken except a chipped gin glass. We can highly reccommend having your stuff sent to you, wherever you are, as every box you open is filled with things you like or love. Maybe like when we were kids tidying we used to tip loads of toys and books in a box and pretend we had tidied up, hiding the box. Several months later we would look under the bed and enjoy finding it. This too has been worth the wait! PS if anybody drives past Wolverhampton and notices a draining rack and some orange mugs...
Thursday, 10 May 2018
Wednesday, 25 April 2018
Sunday, 25 March 2018
I know I blogged a few years ago about my dream life without luggage. I actually love luggage especially in the Trek and Travel shop we have here in town. For the meantime though I just don't want to travel anywhere. I want all my socks to be in the same country. My country. Bless Les he went and packed all our worldy good into 16 suitcases and several crates. Sorted, they will be home next month. I was unfit to fly due to fluid in my chest cavity. This meant travelling to Aberdeen by ferry (9 hours in a force 9) so for the next visit they kindly sent an air abulance to collect me and fly at sea level so the cabin pressure caused no damage.
So Les boxes up our life and I bottle up the fluid each morning, hopefully in the month it will takes for our stuff to come home the production will have reduced and the bottles we unpack will be of Spanish wine, gifted by friends. Blisséd bottles!
Friday, 2 February 2018
It started when we lost a dear friend suddenly and her teenage kids phoned to tell us, it continued when we hit a patch of unseen slush on a dry road and adjusted some fenceposts meaning our car was written off and then finallly the news that the cancer from 2015 was still circulating. This time the chemotherapy is to make things bearable rather than aiming to cure the condition and so we have had to bring forward our plans to leave Spain and return to Orkney. We have much to be thankful for with family support, good friends and fantastic medical care. All we need now is a bigger boot. I was delighted when the old MX5 emerged from storage and passed it's MOT this afternoon but the boot is only big enough for my hospital bag, and my lovely new picture!