The Spanish moved out in the late afternoon thank God, as when they cook they switch on all their electric cookers at once and blow our RCD so I am continuously resetting the clock and the fridge. They obviously do this quite a lot because when they pack up it's just like a military operation. Everyone seems to have a job to do, except the kids and the dogs, and know exactly how to do it. One minute they were there and then vamoose.
Good for a wash day though, so I'm filling the MS up again and emptying the tanks. The genius filling funnel is attached and the Navara washing line is up. Then the drain next to us exploded and our pitch was being threatened by a flood but before it became too bad the site handy man showed up and fixed it.
The clock SWMBO bought in Guardamar del Segura to be part of “We must get something for the MS from each place we stay” plan, is driving us crazy. When we first got it it didn't work properly and we could not take it back because the shop had shut down. I fixed it and it would go fine for a week or so then either stop and start or go slow. Tried new batteries, tried non rechargeable batteries, same result, took out the batteries so it would be right twice a day but she complained. So took it to pieces and back again and everything seemed to be OK. OK until the other day when SWMBO decided to use it to time how long to keep her Immac on. It must have started it's old tricks as she now has red patches over her legs, around her bikini line and under her nose, looks like a circus clown and not best pleased, and by the way, it's all my fault.
The Leadbetters sail today and will be with us around noon on Wednesday so tomorrow it's a big shop at Lidl (may God bless and keep it) with extra beer and wine required. Hopefully I will manage to get to a Vodafone shop at last and do the business with this phone of mine.
Planned to go on a bike ride, heading for Larraga then on to Artajona and the back to Mendigorria. A triangular route of about 16-18 miles except when we got to the bit on the Na 6020, it was quite a busy road and very much uphill so we turned back and made it a 11 mile run instead. SWMBO took a lot of pictures of nettles, flowers and cattle. She mentioned that she had never been as close to steers before and started snapping away, of course they became curious and moved as one toward her, and although there was a sturdy fence in the way she panicked and bolted, so much for getting close to them.
There were also a lot of these poles with curious devices on the top, they were water sprayers and the semi circular bit was to stop spraying the traffic!
I am getting worried about SWMBO, either she IS an alien from the planet Zog or she's somehow getting cleverer or I'm suffering the first stages of Alzheimer's. I keep remembering things that she thought of before I did, which never ever happened a few years back. In a past post I mentioned her figuring out how two spacecraft in different obits could manoeuvre and dock, putting the warning triangle either side of the hitched up Navara the night we left Roquetas and lots of other little things like that.
Just recently we were noticing that the hand wash soap dispenser, next to the sink was leaking. Both reckoned it was because it got hot in the sun and some of the soap got pumped out as the pressure built up inside it. I just moved it into the shade but the other day I noticed it had been put back. “Hey, raggy drawers, (not a good opening, I know but I think I had a beer and was feeling heroic) you've put the soap thing back, it will leak all over, nitwit!”
“Oh, I just cracked open the top a little to let the pressure out.”
Bloody hell, she IS an alien
In the evening and for the first time here the BBQ made an appearance and we sat and ate and drank until about 9:30 pm, a quick summer thunderstorm for about 5 minutes and the rest of the evening was lovely.
Tuesday and just got back from Euroski, Simply and Lidl (may God bless and keep it) and now have all the stuff we need for the L's arrival tomorrow. SWMBO is planning the usual, huge garlic prawns with spicy potato wedges (chips in chilli) for lunch, followed by her, now tamed, Moroccan lamb. Of course I'm in charge of anything alcoholic and even gone to the bother of buying wine by the bottle instead of the 3 gallon case although, as a back up, I do have a gallon of Mendigorrian Table Red, a fighting wine which is truly capable of opening the sluices at both ends.
Part of the shopping was my recently acquired taste for Magnum chocolate and nut, ice cream lollies. SWMBO picked a box of the “mini” versions, “They will stop you getting even fatter”. “OK Pet”. I'll just eat two at a time.
We now have a mobile that works! Having finally topped it up at a Vodafone shop, cool.
Anyway, when we got back to the MS, “Where's the bloody prawns and all the stuff we got specially for Derek and Jean? You left it at the supermarket didn't you, you stupid sod, I told you to make sure you picked everything up, didn't I? Can't you do nothing right? You'll just have to go back and get some more, have you checked the car? Well go on do something, don't just stand there for God's sake!”
“er...Pet, they're in that bag you brought in, next to your right foot.” (as my mini magnums were in the same bag, it had never left my sight)
I decided to leave as quickly as I could as she had just picked up the baseball bat we keep next to the door.
She is calming herself down by ironing everything twice, especially my underpants and by the look on her face she is wishing my gonads were in them.
Wednesday 26th May and the Leadbetters, after a very calm, dolphin viewed crossing of the Bay of Biscay, arrived.
Text came first, “Off ship had breakfast and re fuelled, on our way”, my reply, “Beer in fridge.”
So they got here and checked and then decided to maximise the total area we both can take up on the site. As you can see, Derek had brought along his management team, i.e. Jean. A fair amount of shouting ensured as whether to face north, toward the river, toward us, and then Jean told Derek where to put the caravan, better to apply some KY jelly first I think. Then came the awning, hells teeth! You need a bloody degree in origami to understand how to put this up, but up it went and then the workers had to have a reviving beer while management finished the technical “pegging out” and done!
Some beer was drunk.
L's fridge was not working and Jean had managed to beat a small path back and forth to the main electric supply as no matter what she turned on it tripped the RCD. On advise the fridge was turned off and left like that.
A trip up to Mendigorria, which had Derek wondering why he had not brought his spare oxygen with him. On the way back bought some beers to replace the ones consumed and have a stock in for the rest of the evening. L's fridge was now working so in went the beer.
Then it was time for SWMBO's Moroccan lamb and vegetables, washed down with some fizz and bloody excellent!
Chatted in their awning until dark and cold, then bed, well for SWMBO that is, I fell asleep in the chair again.
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