It’s a while since I’ve done a list and today it feels right to do so for it has been quite a frustrating day.
I was awoken by the shrill tones of my Spanish mobile phone, for which I have still to find the volume adjustment, at the unearthly hour of 8:05. It was Facundo, with some problem regarding the bathroom tiles I’ve ordered, but at such an ungodly hour and still wiping the sleep from my eyes, I was at a loss as to what. We agreed to meet at the building supplies place an hour hence. But he didn’t show, even after I waited for the best part of an hour past our scheduled rendezvous.
I then went to site to find it deserted except for a few upturned wheelbarrows so I did what you should always do in such a situation, I tried to salvage the day by going to buy some wood from the timber merchant for whom Neil had kindly e-mailed me the co-ordinates.
Then, exactly where Neil had said it would be, was a ramshackle merchants with cut, and uncut, wood wherever they could squeeze it, knee deep mud, and not even a simple doff of the cap to health a safety. What a brilliant place!
I found the boss, Jose, explained my requirements and placed my order. When I asked if I should pay now or on collection he looked at me like I had gone mad (which I interpreted as ‘on collection’), before helping me plot a safe route through the mud back to my car (which I’d sensibly left by the roadside).
So, onto the list;
- An Englishwoman with a leaky roof trumps an Englishman with a porch to construct in the Facundo division of labour calculations.
- I’m none-the-wiser as to Facundo’s no-show, but after talking to the guy at the merchants I have sorted the issue and he will now tell my builder.
- We have two choices to get Internet at the barn, neither are perfect or fast, but at least we appear to have a choice.
- Our neighbours from Madrid are lovely, but struggle to understand my Spanish. Perhaps everyone else is just being nice, and they are being honest.
- When agreeing to take a coffee with neighbours Miro and Elena there is only one permissible answer to the question ‘would you like some chupito (the local home-brewed fire-water) in it’, and that answer doesn’t begin with an ‘N’.
- Miro and Elena have a water supply from a spring in the hills, which runs through our property, and which had I not known about it would have seen us cutting them off at some point in the next couple of weeks as we dug the channel for our septic tank.
- You don’t have to have a manly handshake to own and run a timber yard.
- Enrique, the donkey, now definitely associates me with apples and I feared for my life as he cantered towards me when I was in his field earlier today.
- Everyone is keen to know when Amanda is next coming out to Galicia. Not that I am developing a complex about it.
- Cascade taps are four times the price in Spain that they are in England.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a day of work. After bumping into Angel at the house at 5:30 tonight he assures me that they will be there tomorrow, mob-handed.