Today didn’t start off as a convincing Sunday; it was quieter than normal in the early morning without the moronic baying of the cretinous dog next door – though it did later revert to form and perform its sad litany of staccato barked protests against its incarceration in an outside pen under the house of our neighbour.
Although the weather has been intermittently cloudy it has been very warm and exactly the sort of weather to tempt me to the Third Floor and try out the new luxurious comfort of the recently installed sun loungers and, well, lounge.
It seemed almost criminal actually to lay oneself down on the pristine smoothness, but when the sun shines we devotees of our nearest star can do nothing but worship in our own prone way. It now looks lived in and has lost its fashion plate look.
Toni has installed another light on the Third Floor and we have bought one of those blue light insect killers. I have to say, tempting fate, that I am not usually bitten by the flying stingers; they prefer their own and go for the natives! Toni also has a sort of electrified tennis racquet with which he is adept at eliminating all flying pests – and they make a fascinatingly satisfying phisszing sound as they depart this life for their particularly pestilential future one.
Now is the time in a traditional Sunday when the clammy hand of the Monday Yet To Come descends on the normal teacher and sucks out the pleasure of the end of the weekend. It some ways is it almost worth going though this weekly misery for the delight when it doesn’t happen in the holidays. One must take one’s pleasure where one can find it!
The only active thing that I have done today is to collect our lunch from the local chicken restaurant.
Driving through the seaside part of Castelldefels one is yet again amazed at how bloody-mindedly thoughtless the parking of our visitors is.
A seriously conscientious policeman could single-handedly make our little town one of the richest in Catalonia. But policemen are singularly and glaringly obvious by their sheer absence. I have never, in all the time that I have been in Spain seen a single policeman give out a ticket to a badly parked motorist – though I have seen hordes of policemen pass without giving a ticket to the most horrendously parked cars. Plus ça change!
I have now started my holiday reading with Charlotte Gray by Sebastian Faulks which has been lurking on a bookshelf hidden by lots of spectacularly unrelated books for some time. It is a reminder of my intention to bring order to the amazing surrealistic arrangement which obtains at the moment.
There is a skeleton of organization in some of the cupboards and there are runs of similarity on some shelves; it is now a question of putting shards of order into a complete library!
The task of the summer!
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