The curious case of the missing shoe

Amanda has arrived in Galicia for the first time since May 2012, and she brought the English snow with her. After negotiating a fraught drive from Huddersfield to London and a night in a PremierInn, her plane departed Stansted at 10:45, just as the snow started in Taramundi. It quickly covered the peaks of the local hills, but mercifully fell as slush on the roads.

snow20130122I’d been at the house in the morning and after a week of it just being me and my mate Monchu (which I now understand is the diminutive replacement name for Ramon, in the same way that all christened as Francisco are called Paco) we’d been descended on mob-handed. Facundo knew Amanda was arriving today and I think that he was looking to impress.

I was more than happy. The internal, and remaining external, window sills were being fitted and two guys were masking the window and doors in the porch ready to spray the walls with the base coat of plaster. Although our future home still resembles a bomb-site, everything is coming together.

But it wouldn’t be a day at the barn without something weird happening, and today was no different.

After collecting a ‘still stressed’ Amanda from the airport, and stopping for a nice lunch at the restaurant with the boat in the car park, we arrived at the house at around five in the evening. Amanda spent half an hour ‘drinking in’ all the developments over the last three months, before declaring that she ‘loved it’ and that I appeared to have not made a single decision which she disagreed with.

Phew, and phew!

Then I was challenged by Monchu. Had I seen his shoe?

The workers get changed from their ‘getting to work’ gear into their ‘work’ gear in the big house. Like myself, this includes a change from driving shoes into heavy duty boots. When Monchu went to change back into his civvies to go to lunch, he found that one of his hush-puppies was missing.

He’d searched high and low and after his enqiury and I went and searched too. But it was no-where to be seen. Our big house had eaten a shoe, we’ll have to remember it does that. It’s a shame it doesn’t do the same thing with old washing machines, we’ve still got three of those!

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2 Responses to The curious case of the missing shoe

  1. Cole says:

    So both the plumbing and the electrical are run under the floor? Are you using rads? Do you have any kind of interior insulation behind the plaster? How old are these washing machines?

    Our ruin had a number of small children´s shoes scattered through the rubble. It was a little creepy.

    • admin says:

      Yes, the plumbing and electrics enter the house on the ground floor, under the floor, through a trench from the main house. We are going to have a couple of oil filled radiators, one in the bedroom and one in the hallway but rely on a wood burner for heating upstairs (salon and kitchen).

      Upstairs has no insulation in the walls but they are 60cm thick. Downstairs the tanked wall (against the rock) which is plastered has membrane and insulation which both appear to be working well.

      The washing machines are a little past their best – I’d guess at 20 years+

      Like yourselves, it appears that the outside of the house was a dump for unwanted clothes, shoes and wellingtons! So far none of them have contained anything but air – thankfully.

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