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23
Sep

CRISIS OF ANOTHER KIND

Ever had one of those days when you just want to scream? The nervous breakdown is but one small incident away and you just want to time switch yourself into a different world – No? Well where do you live?

I was preparing our villa for a 2nd viewing, yes really, in this market unbelievable – but true!

I had even practised amusing comments and conversations to keep the prospective buyers children entertained which had entailed me in watching my (er, I mean borrowed from a friend) Wallace and Gromit videos – purely for research you understand, when things started to go badly wrong.200x200wg

We removed the pool cover to discover the water level was ominously low and naturally the pool needed cleaning. Flicked the pool pump switch to on position and nada – not one revolution did the pump perform. Called my Dutch neighbour, a well renowned local expert on such matters, who diagnosed switchgear problems. So after acquiring expensive new parts, I won’t tell you how many shops I went to, we fitted them and nada. I have never known him to be beaten but beaten he was. Plan B: call in a Spanish expert who quickly arrived on the scene and after scratching his head and numerous phone calls finally diagnosed a loose wire – pumps away but it was leaking. It needed de-installing and taking to the dealer for a thorough overhaul.

In the meantime the burglar alarm had decided to have an electronic crisis resulting in perpetual bleeping. Called out the British alarm people who for 10 seconds of reprogramming charged 3 times as much as the pool man had for an hours work.

The automatic garden watering system sprang a leak, which might seem like a contradiction, but was repaired after hacking away a summer’s growth of bougainvillea to access the broken connector to the water tap.

One of the lounge windows then decided to go into self-destruct mode as part of the frame became detached. It was at his stage during my frantic efforts to prepare the house into an immaculate state for the 2nd viewing that I began to feel the pressure.

This series of events spread over 2 frustrating days – if all around you are keeping a cool head, as in the case of my neighbour, they obviously have no appreciation of the crisis. After 4 problem free years with the villa it is amazing how everything can go wrong simultaneously.

The 2nd viewing? Never happened they must have been psychic. Still at least I found my (OK I come clean) Wallace and Gromit vids. Which is my favourite? – tough question but I think ‘The Wrong Trousers’ takes it.

Rob Innis

October ‘The Inland Magazine’ out soon.

11
Sep

Lucky I was Hungry

If I shared with you that I have just spent an entertaining hour in the local butchers (carniceria) you would probably think - now he really has lost it. But to understand why spending an hour in the butchers really can be a good crack you have to appreciate the facilities in a Spanish butchers and of course some local culture.

dscn2148The Spanish take their food very seriously. Both the eating and purchasing aspects – you don’t just rush in and grab the first piece of dead meat that you see and now neither do I.

In my carniceria, like many others here, there are chairs; television (I joke not, flat screen job too) and more importantly free samples of cheese, jamon (you have seen the legs hanging up in bars and restaurants) and wine (again I joke not). Let’s face it the only word for this is civilisation.

Whilst waiting your turn, and why hurry, you naturally chat with your co-shoppers, the agenda is set by local events. Why have they closed down? When will the new paseo be ready? When will the mayor get things organised? These all provide the fat to chew over whilst you are chewing the butchers prime free samples.

When your turn comes, as inevitably it does, you then face the agonising decisions of choosing what to buy. Everything looks so good. Ranging from the normal cuts of meat, real chicken de campo (it’s yellow the way chicken is meant to be) to an amazing array of Spanish style sausages, cheeses, jamon, even hamburgers, rabbit, and lots more. Another sample is handed over the counter. It goes through my mind that at this rate I won’t need dinner. I explain that butchers are not like this in England `Really, no wonder you came here then´ everyone agrees.

I walk out some Euros lighter but having shared a few jokes with the neighbours and having taken the edge off my appetite. Tescos – forget it. I returned home to find the electricians had clocked off without returning power to our fridge. Leaving me clutching a bag full of meat in urgent need of refrigeration. So I called the electrician. Initially he was reluctant to return but I explained `I have just returned from the carniceria with a bag of meat´

`Well why didn’t you say, that’s different I will be there in 5 minutes´ he replied and he was.

Now you are probably thinking it’s all right for him we don’t have an hour to spend in the butchers. Well at one time neither did I but luckily I ended up in Spain. Think about it.

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