Thursday 18th February, Roquetas and it's pretty miserable.

Thursday 18th February, Roquetas and it's pretty miserable.

Started the day well, blew the electrics again by switching everything on at once. Went to reception at about 8:05 am, “(them in Spanish, soto voice) “It's that tosser again, I bet he's blown the trip again”.

Me trying my best. “Los Siento, puede usted cambiar el eléctrico en, por favor?"

" sí, es él, tosser"

“Certainly Seniour!"
Yesterday went to Arkrites and it's a basic rip off, PG tips €9.75 for a box of tea bags that would be a fiver back home, then to cash and carry and finally to Mercadona, so the fridge is full, nothing to get for a while.


Today, it started fine so we decided to walk to the Thursday Roquetas market, there and back 6 miles and I got some socks and just to prove how bloody Germanic this place is when I asked “ Cuanta vale?” (how much) he said “Drei”, what's wrong with bloody “tres” you heathen! I'm going to all this bother to learn a smattering of Spanish and some African guy at the market speaks German to me. The only pleasure I get nowadays is when the Germans, Dutch, Swedes and Spanish get together they then have to speak English, Ha!

SWMBO's Spanish is getting good, or so she thinks, went to the supermarket on site and asked for 2 stamps for the two letters she had. He reached under the counter and gave her ¼ kilo of sliced pigs foot.

Mind you the most famous line I have ever heard with regard to language skills, has got to go down to Mr Alan Swan, our motorcycling travelling companion for the last ten years. We were in a French restaurant, in Paris, trying to figure out the French menu. Up he pipes with “I really need to get “au fait” with this stupid French language”. I nearly soiled myself laughing at that!

Just beat the rain but on the way picked up a large plastic grow tray that when sawed up will be perfect for supporting the slide out. Tricia found a brand new very expensive looking sieve which she put to good use on the way back. We really are turning into Pikies, the things you pick up along the sides of the road, it's like flotsam and jetsam but nowhere near a beach!

So now after SWMBO had played another dreadful game of draughts, we are sitting in the MS out of the pouring rain, she is ironing listening to Snow Patrol, “Eyes open” and I am writing this, later to read a book. I found that you can only drink so much coffee and tea. I've actually got lots to do, learn some more Spanish (or German), knit all the videos we've taken into a complete film, after learning how to run the software, sort out the up coming insurance for the Navara and MS, name and date all the thousands of pictures we've taken, put some shelves in, sort out the holds and other things. But you know, I just can't be arsed.

SWMBO is now sick of Snow Patrol and is now dancing and ironing to “The best of the 60's, 70's and 80's”. “Crazy little thing called love” by Queen et al. I finding it difficult to bloody write with her jumping about and I'm sure that's a double crease she has just put in my underpants. “Hot Love” by Donna Summer has just come on and all I can think about is that bit in the dole cue in the film “The Full Monty”. Am I ever going to finish this?

Apparently Friday is going to be similar and then Saturday warm and dry. So that will be the day we will get the bus to Almeria for a look round, not a thing in mind to buy, but that's my mind not hers.