Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Spot the Hare.
The South American Linkin Park group up the road have left. All the neighbours flooded out into the street yesterday as the acrid smell of "I am a house on fire and I am just about to blow up" drifted around in a huge hazy cloud. My knees started to shake with memories but it turned out to be nothing. Just another day in Spain.
Still, I was amazed that everybody on the street apparently all wear sarongs when inside. The road looked like a line of bunting.
Only the Reiki Mistress next door did not emerge until I rang her bell and asked if she was okay.
"I'll just check the roof terrace is not on fire," she says...
Alice who used to be Frank is back from her epic sailing trip. She has a hospital appointment. Last time I went with her to give some moral support as she thought it was going to be bad news. The specialist asked us which was the patient. We were in a prostate clinic. Thanks...