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As far as I know, reaching my old age has not had a detrimental effect on my life thus far – what I do know however is that our decision (me and er indoors) to move house has had the effect of unraveling my day to day existence in a manner I would never have thought possible….House sold….New House bought is a breeze, or is it ???
I sat and wondered as to why we would move from our lifetime dream. Big house, lots of garden space and our own large pool. Reflection kicks in and you start to realise and ask “where have the kids gone?” or “why do we spend all of our spare time pruning fruit trees and cleaning the pool?”
House sold which is a testament to the “niceness” of our former house. We buy a somewhat smaller house in the middle of our local village – It’s a nice house…unlived in but with lots of “potential”. We spend most of the day at the notary just doing nothing, we sign papers, we are granted an audience with the omnipotent notary who grants us 15 minutes of her time and charges us several thousands of Euros for the privilege.
Business done, I move into our new house – spend the first night on my own chasing cockroaches around the kitchen. When I go to bed the house is a toxic mess of my anger and
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Welcome to my monthly column “A view from the top”. Hopefully you will find my rambling readable (maybe even enjoyable). You may agree or you may disagree with my views, I care not. These are my views long held and forged over a life time of work, travel and experience. Now that’s over let’s have a look at what is really winding me up.
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frustration and a killer mix of insect spray. I awake in the morning due to my belief in God and that the open windows must have blown all the toxic fumes away.
In the house I await the arrival of the builder and his minions – this wall must go, this floor must come up and this kitchen has certainly seen better days. The build commences and as I write I am into day 14….day 14 without hot water…without hot food and consigned to a nightly dowsing of cold water in lieu of a warm shower. X days into my torture and I suddenly cannot find the corkscrew. Off I set to search the local supermarkets for wine that does not have a proper cork: What I am looking for are the user friendly screw top wine bottles. Never mind the colour, never mind whether it is white or red, I just want it opened via my digits.
Searching my larder I discover that I only have a couple of slices of staleish bread, 3 quesitos (triangular soft cheese), some branston pickle and a bag of quavers…what a wonderful dinner was had by all (well me) - a cheese and quavers sandwich!!
Several days later and several skips at 80€ each, things are looking a little better. The local police have taken to knocking on my door to ask to see my “licencia de obras”. What I cannot understand is that if I have paid for x metres of tiles and x gallons of paint and x skips to clear away the mess, and I have to put up with all the crap, why do I have to pay IVA on the initial purchases and a further tax to the local town hall in respect of a local builders licence?? Almost finished…well almost…more to come as we move into completion phase… oh no the water has just been cut off and the solar panel does not work…. more to follow.
The Ryder Cup So much for the celebration of golf that was to be the Ryder Cup. Over the years the game of golf has been dragged into the gutter by a group of so-called sports fans who are nothing more than sporting thugs. The chant “USA” and “get in the hole” coupled with a spectator saying to Garcia on day two “You suck Sergio” has taken me out of the spectator gallery as far as golf is concerned.
It’s an age thing All those golden days ago when my young body did what my brain told it to do, I was proud of my flexible knees. It was nothing for me to sit on our (Mum & Dad’s) sofa and proceed to bite my toenails ….none of your clippers or sharp pointed scissors, my method was to simply lift either left or right foot to my jaws and bite my toenails until I was as manicured as a £60 job in the local high street.
Those were the days however, and lately I am having serious doubts about my body’s mobility and suppleness. Never mind, I will shop for spinach and all things green in the vegetable world, I will leave my windows open and as my aged body becomes subtle again you will hear the sound of biting followed by a contented sigh. What a thought!!!
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