Well, any form of ironing for me is a bit of an extreme, if I am being totally honest. I can feel the pity or maybe even disgust when I see my Spanish compañeras looking at un ironed bedlinen that I think I perfectly ok, they do not share the same opinion, but I love them for it. Their neatness, and cleanliness! I continue to learn from them. But as fate would have it I did have to do some ironing this last week, and oh my goodness it has been rather hot. A heat wave in the peninsula – a hot country with a heatwave, it almost doesn’t seem right… Anyway whatever I think in this regard does not matter because it’s been HOT. So hot in fact that any form of house work makes me almost think of stripping down to my underwear, and then I remember that my abs are not in any condition to do that, so I soldier on, in the heat, suffering. Some people, ie me, were not designed to live in a hot climate, which is rather unfortunate really. I prefer the winter. I have been looking at the temperatures for next week and they don’t change much so we just have to bear it. Oh and the bugs… I spend the month of August in particular applying bite cream and fighting off mosquitoes. I do get rather amused when visitors lovely as they all are, arrive and ask if there are any bugs. Well, yes I say, some… Its hot, its dusty, its Spain, and its the countryside, there’s everything you can think of. I generally don’t mention the snakes…
My photo today is of Juan’s new horse. He tells me that his other horse is 31 years old, which I am guessing is old for a horse and the impression I get is it could die any time. So a new horse has been bought, it’s a male apparently and seems lively enough. it was tethered up outside the bar this morning whilst said owner had breakfast. Juan’s dog followed him into the bar and lay down quite obediently but I’m guessing the horse wouldn’t fit, even if he was allowed…