Pay day at last for us poor pensioners.
We have been down to our solicitors in Vera (Bera) this morning to hand over some dosh that goes to the Andalucian Government as an additional land buying tax or something. It wasn’t too much but it would have been better in our pockets than theirs.
Whilst we were down there, we looked around the local furniture stores. We have bought a bed but not a headboard yet. I insist on a soft headboard to rest my weary head on at the end of each hard working day, whilst I read my self to sleep at nights. It’s not a lot to ask is it? I have been told to prop myself up on pillows and all sorts of rubbish thing, but I just want to rest my head on a soft headboard for ten minutes each night so that I don‘t do myself an injury when I loll off to sleep. What a fuss folks are making over this simple request. We have been told endless times that they don’t make soft headboards here in Spain. Well that’s OK by me, I don’t insist on it being Spanish, just soft. We may have to buy one in the UK and have it shipped out to us. What a life?
There are four builders on site today. One is starting to tile the bathroom walls (because it’s cold outside). The other three are working on building the terrace surround on the eastern side of the house. This pathway is one metre wide and goes all around the house except outside the lounge doors, where it will be a two and a half metre wide patio.
I have devised a signalling system with the builders now. If, when they arrive in the morning at eight o’clock, they want to talk to me they hoot their car horn as they pass the caravan on their way to site. I then get up and by the time they are working, I can find out what they want when they then knock on the door about ten minutes later. They hooted this morning so I dashed out of bed, dressed and waved a comb at my hair. One of them came down and wanted me to go up to the house with him, clearly he required an executive decision maker on the job. Well it was the lad who was going to work inside, because it is cold outside, and he wanted me to tell him which tiles should go where from the three pallet loads of tiles outside. There are some decisions that even ex captains of industry are just too nervous about making. I had to seek authority from a higher plain. She was not too pleased either, I can tell you. Talk about having a pet lip about being dragged out of bed at eight o’clock to go up to site to tell them which tiles we want where. When all was settled, I was really pleased that I had not gone for it. I would, of course, have been wrong and boy, what a pet lip we would have had then !!!!!!!!!!!
We have been down to our solicitors in Vera (Bera) this morning to hand over some dosh that goes to the Andalucian Government as an additional land buying tax or something. It wasn’t too much but it would have been better in our pockets than theirs.
Whilst we were down there, we looked around the local furniture stores. We have bought a bed but not a headboard yet. I insist on a soft headboard to rest my weary head on at the end of each hard working day, whilst I read my self to sleep at nights. It’s not a lot to ask is it? I have been told to prop myself up on pillows and all sorts of rubbish thing, but I just want to rest my head on a soft headboard for ten minutes each night so that I don‘t do myself an injury when I loll off to sleep. What a fuss folks are making over this simple request. We have been told endless times that they don’t make soft headboards here in Spain. Well that’s OK by me, I don’t insist on it being Spanish, just soft. We may have to buy one in the UK and have it shipped out to us. What a life?
There are four builders on site today. One is starting to tile the bathroom walls (because it’s cold outside). The other three are working on building the terrace surround on the eastern side of the house. This pathway is one metre wide and goes all around the house except outside the lounge doors, where it will be a two and a half metre wide patio.
I have devised a signalling system with the builders now. If, when they arrive in the morning at eight o’clock, they want to talk to me they hoot their car horn as they pass the caravan on their way to site. I then get up and by the time they are working, I can find out what they want when they then knock on the door about ten minutes later. They hooted this morning so I dashed out of bed, dressed and waved a comb at my hair. One of them came down and wanted me to go up to the house with him, clearly he required an executive decision maker on the job. Well it was the lad who was going to work inside, because it is cold outside, and he wanted me to tell him which tiles should go where from the three pallet loads of tiles outside. There are some decisions that even ex captains of industry are just too nervous about making. I had to seek authority from a higher plain. She was not too pleased either, I can tell you. Talk about having a pet lip about being dragged out of bed at eight o’clock to go up to site to tell them which tiles we want where. When all was settled, I was really pleased that I had not gone for it. I would, of course, have been wrong and boy, what a pet lip we would have had then !!!!!!!!!!!
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