We all assembled at Lentisco’s last night for a good night of dancing and an occasional alcofrolic libation. The young lady singing her tonsils out was not playing to the audience and so she started to remonstrate that no one was dancing. Wrong tactic because no one then danced unless she sang a decent ‘dance to tune’. She didn’t take the hint at all. Had it not been for the good company that we were in, it would not have been a very good evening. Hey ho.
More doors in the house are on or are being shaped up for fitting and the painting is going great guns. The painters must be really fed up with the balustrade. It’s like painting half a mile of railings, only to discover that at the end you have to go round the other side to get at the bits you missed. It must be hard out in the hot sunshine, working away with just a straw hat for protection from the fierce sun. We’re glad we don’t have to do that.
It has been another scorching day today. When we came dashing back from town the inside of the caravan was thirty four degrees. Poor cats came out gasping. We have now bought a small air conditioning unit, and a big oscillating fan, and we will leave the genny on so that it stays a bit cooler when we are out. The air-con unit will also heat up if required so both items are useful now and will also be useful when we get across yonder.