FRIDAY JULY 22ND
A very successful day ! Rod declared himself 70% back to normal wobbliness when he got up, and the day got more and more successful, his rating improved until he was 99% , much to his relief.
The day started with the delivery of our new mattress. The man who owns the bed shop, Tony, works tirelessly with his wife to look after a children’s home locally, He has set up a wonderful place in the mountains for 24 challenged youngsters and ten children to live, where they can learn to be self-sufficient on a small farm. They grow and sell vegetables and keep chickens, and have a good life, thanks to Tony and his team of helpers. Whilst he had his van here delivering our bed, he took away our town old office chairs and my old bike; all things which were just getting in the way and we had told ourselves that “one day” we would sell them. Tony will take them back to his own storeroom, where they will be refurbished , and then he will take them to a local auction to raise some money for his children. What a wonderful man – the sort that makes you feel quite humble.
The mattress itself is twice as thick as the old one, and is supposed to be “hypoallergenic” (we chickened out of buying a fully organic one as it was more than twice the price), but my goodness it does smell awful. I can’t put this through the washing machine! I have opened all the windows and doors in the house to get a good wind going over it, and just hope we are not overcome by its fumes during the night. I suspect that I’ll be letting it breathe like this for several days. One thing you can do is scatter baking soda all over it and let it sit for the day, before vacuuming it off. I’ll do that tomorrow.
We then went out to get the shopping. First – to renew a lamp. We had very little in our house in Rugby that we wanted to bring to Spain with us when we moved here, but one thing that did make it was a table lamp which I was quite fond of. Over the years it has become a bit decrepit. The shade was held on by cardboard, and the bulb fitting was an old UK bayonet one, for which bulbs are quite hard to come by here. When we can get them, they are not the energy saving ones we should be buying. Last week the bulb died, and in a huff over such an outrage, I unplugged the lamp, took it to pieces, threw the shade away and cut off the top connection.
Today, I took it into the light shop in Teulada and showed it to the man, asking if he had a fitting for it. Another nice man! He got his toolbox out , found a fitting and fixed it all up for me! I was so pleased, I was willing to buy one of his expensive nice shades and a energy-saving bulb to go with it. When I looked at his bill, he was going to charge just 6€ for fitting the fitting for me ; and he did that, without knowing that we would spend any more. As it was, I spent quite a lot, but Rod and I walked away from the shop with a warm glow, so happy to have met the second Nice Man of the day!
The lamp is now re-installed in its rightful place, and will forever be not only a constant reminder of all the good times we had in the old house when the children were growing up, but also a reminder that some people are really really really nice! I know that we should all live in the present, but all rules should have an exception!
We then went on to purchase a chair for outside dining to replace the one that Rod and demolished with his heavy-sitting habit ( another thing we have been wanting to do for months and couldn’t find one to match!). What a good day!
We even bought a clock to replace the one that has been annoying us for 18 months. It’s one that is outside, and the sun had bleached away all the numbers on the face. So last year, without any planning or fore-thought, I grabbed it off the wall, took it inside and painted
on a new face. it was only when I was at number 4, that I realised that I didn’t know how the numbers on a clockface were organised. (Should have done some research beforehand.) This is the result! It has been a talking-point all this time, but recently it has started to rotate in the wind, so we never knew what the time was ! The face rotated on the wall, and the hands moved just a bit, so everything was unsynchronised. It has been telling us to go and buy a proper clock! Now we have. Moral of the story? Act in haste, repent at leisure !!
After all this success, we were out to lunch as is our Friday habit. Marvellous – sitting on the mountain overlooking the whole valley!
Going into the bathroom, my eye was caught by the horridness which is our array of bathroom fitments. We have been trying to get some new ones for ages, but can’t find ones we like. This is something we DIDN’T achieve today, but now that we have such a record of high achieving, I am sure the next week will bring us a reprieve from this daily outrage to our senses. We have had this constant problem since we moved into this house. All our bathroom fittings go horrid. All chrome goes rusty, no matter how much money we throw at it. This latest set was in expensive, plastic-coated metal. In an attempt to beat the jinx, we backed away from chrome , but to no avail. The whole thing is just crumbling away! Not a pretty sight. But it does set me wondering why it should happen. I don’t use harsh cleaners or bleaches on it, so it can only be the water that affects it in this way. It makes me wonder just what is in our water. It’s supposed to be fresh from the reservoir, although it does have too much lead in it to be drinkable. This is the stuff we use to wash our dishes, wash our clothes, our bodies and our hair. No wonder my body sometimes feels as if it is falling to bits!
At least our air is pure up here. Another reason for mending the old lamp is to remind me that when we lived in Rugby, I could never breathe through my nose, and constantly felt as if I had hay fever. It was the most unhealthy place in England to live, being the place in England furthest away from the sea, and being surrounded by a busy motorway network. It took six months of living in Spain to set me right and to re-install my nostrils in their rightful role as clear passageways for inhalation. I now appreciate just the simple act of effortless breathing . Whoever brought us here – thank you !
I used to love The Hollies, and still have a big vinyl disc of theirs. Funny – but when I look at the lyrics to this catchy toon, there aren’t all that many more than this!
Da dum, dee dee dee diddy dee diddy dee
Diddy da dum. Diddy dee diddy DAAAA !
Diddy da dum. Diddy dee diddy dee diddy da dum.