Tuesday, 18 September 2018

My life story!

The title of this post sounds very grand! I have just published a second blog on this platform which describes many events during my life, from birth and life as a child almost to the present day (at which point, this blog took over). I have had much material and photos on my computer for a long time, so this week, I went back and edited it and put it online. It is formatted in the reverse order to a normal blog with the most recent event appearing last, so it appears more like a book.
my hair is longer now

I have written very little about my family because I feel that I would need permissions and some are no longer alive, obviously parents and grand-parents. My older brother Philip died in 2012 so I have avoided writing about the "Gloucester Browns" as we used to call them in the family. I have also missed several periods in my life, mainly my working life. I really ought to add a post about Surrey Duplicating in Weybridge. I took on a print shop with awful results. Little old ladies would come into the shop and hear me swearing covered in ink in the workshop behind. Maybe I will add more later (probably best to add them here) or maybe I will incorporate them into my novel. So this is really just about me! It is full of disasters so, if bad news sells newspapers, then maybe disasters will send my blog viral and I can earn lots of money from Google advertising.

Who is going to read my autobiography? Maybe a few friends but that won't make me rich and I want to make money writing. So I will weave parts of my life story into my novel. But I can change anything I like. So I can write about people and events which I can't write about in the autobiography because I can change names and circumstances so there will be no link to the actual people or events.

I know this is not a new idea, to turn a life story into a novel. Authors take material from real life, observing people around them. I have been reading several book on writing and one theme keeps on coming back, that is the importance of building the characters. I thought this was a great idea! To make the personalities so strong that they write the book for me. I will be in the book under a different name and the narrative is in the third person. I will not be the person you know, I can invent what I like. My other main character is a celebrity classical pianist, Quentin Ultramort, who we meet in the first chapter annoying my father with his extrovert manner in a concert. But my father in the book is nothing like my real father.
Although I follow Quentin in his career as one of his fans, we actually meet in person in France and devise a theme park based on a computer, the name of the book is Logic Park. We both attend a local church for expats and this is a rich source of characters. Another character in the book is a guy obsessed with lifts, elevators in the USA. He comes into the plot when he is employed to build elevators into a deep valley where the park is to be built. People die! This is black humour.
I study law as well as logic design (which is part of my real work) and I have to defend Quentin in court.
So far I have written about 12,000 words and 100k is my target. 
I had another idea about the book and that was to publish it as a website with hyperlinks all over the place. I could add illustrations, even offering the reader an alternative ending depending on what they had chosen earlier. I have to think of something different, there are thousands of books out there and thousands of frustrated authors who can't even get their 5th or 6th book accepted by a publisher. What hope for me? Well, I am a naïve optimist.
And maybe writing the book will take my mind off the awful political situation here and also in the UK as they agonise over what to agree with the EU over Brexit! It is chaos.

Saturday, 18 August 2018

A visitor from Ukraine!

This summer has been very warm in most parts of Europe and I have been spending time at the pool in my village as usual but less so this year. Sometimes I go to the beach and one of my favourite beaches is at St Martí de Empuries which I can get to by taking the bus to l'Escala and then walking along a path behind the sand dunes. It is a "free" beach meaning that one can wear whatever one likes.. or nothing! I can also get there by taking a train to St Miguel de Fluvia which is very cheap and takes 15 minutes. and then I cycle to St Pere Pescador on the coast and then down to St Martí. The ride takes about 40 minutes so it is not too arduous in the summer heat. I have cycled all the way by bike but it is 75km round trip, so it is not really a good idea when the temperature is 30c.... or more!
In July, Marta came to visit me from Ukraine and stayed for two weeks. It was perfect! The weather was great and she really enjoyed herself. I know I have said it before but my age in years is irrelevant. I can spend 2 weeks with a young girl of 30 as if we are similar ages. And in case you think I am kidding myself, she says the same! We alternated between beach and excursion - we only visited the pool once and that was on the first day. She preferred the sea and even now, I go to the beach more than the pool. We visited Llançà and Colera which are two resorts near to the French border. My favourite is Colera, a picturesque bay, the only snag is that the beach is stone and not sand. The first photo is in a bar at Colera.
We were in Llançà the day France won the World Cup!

Marta loved to collect stones and she painted some afterwards.

I bought her a new suitcase because the one she brought was getting old and one wheel was almost falling off. I liked the suitcase that she chose so much, I bought one for myself as mine was very old and heavy. 

We took lots of photos. Our excursions included Barcelona of course, where we took a tour bus. Marta wanted to see the mountains, so we went to Val de Núria by train.

By car, it is an easy journey and I used to go skiing there but now I have no car. So we took the train down to Granollers Centre which is near to Barcelona, took a 30 minute walk to another station and took the train to Ribes de Freser. From there, there is a rack railway up to Núria. Coming back was complicated! Our scheduled return would have got us back to Girona at 10.15pm but by 3pm we were happy to leave Núria and go back down the mountain but then that would have entailed a long wait for our train back to Granollers. But I could see that there was an earlier train leaving Ripoll which was the next station down the track and that would have meant us getting back at a much more civilised time. I phoned a taxi and the driver said that he was in Ripoll. He calculated that he could drive back to Ribes and get us to the station in time for the earlier train. We waited in Ribes anxiously and, on time, he arrived! We made it to the station with 5 minutes to spare and made high fives in the train which was waiting because it originated in Ripoll. That was great fun, we were happy!
On a previous excursion we took a bus to Olot which is in the (extinct!) volcanic area of Garrotxa. We had some lunch but, like me, Marta eats very little during the day, sometimes no more than an orange shared between us. And then we climbed a volcano. On the way back, we stopped off at Besalú which Marta loved. She took loads of pictures and videos.
In Barcelona, we visited the Rambla, the Cathedral and ended up outside la Sagrada Familia before taking the train back to Girona. We didn't do any formal tours, it was just fun walking around and absorbing the atmosphere.

Marta had ideas about visiting France or even Italy but we ran out of time. Most alternate days, we went to the beach, usually between St Martí de Empuries and l'Escala. 
She was very keen on going out on a bike ride but we only did one short trip, off road, to the woods next to Rio Ter as it passes Celrà. I have two bikes, one is a modern carbon fibre bike and Marta rode that because the adjustments to her size were easier.
We had lots of fun cooking supper. We bought a 3kg salmon and got through most of it during the time she was here. By her own admission she is rather school-mistressy when we were at home, partly on account of it being her job. She left me a list of things to do written on the wall of my kitchen but it was all accepted in good humour. And now my flat is much cleaner and tidier. She had a mantra, "Everything has its place"! I rather enjoyed having someone so nice to tell me what to do! She taught me how to make fish soup!

Breakfast on the terrace was fantastic, on one occasion she was wearing the white bikini which I bought her in Girona. How can things be better than that? 

On one occasion, we stopped off in Figueres on the way to Colera because the strap of one of Marta's shoes needed repairing. And she also wanted to get rid of the colour on her nails.
Then we went to visit the Dalí Theatre Museum. And, finally arrived at the beach!

These photos are from l'Escala 



Shopping heaven! I think this was Bershka.

 I got ripped off by this guy! The idea is that you put money in the tin and the statue springs to life. I only had a euro, nothing less, so I put that it. Nothing!! I came to the conclusion that this was a real statue because when we stopped off for a drink near by, it was still motionless!

This was a great excursion! And my first time there, I am ashamed to say. There is a convenient train from Plaça de España in Barcelona.

A visit to the UK!

I have been neglecting my blog! It is a long time since I wrote a post here. And that was only to say that I was committing the blog to print, which is what I have now done. The printing was much cheaper in Ukraine so my friend Marina organised that with a print shop in her city (which I also know - the print shop and the city!)
They printed two copies which I now have at home and I can lend them out to friends. I had fun reading some of the earlier posts too!
During the summer I have spent quite a lot of time with my friend Orlinda who I met about 2 years ago at my Meetup group. And then we re-made our friendship when I came back from Colombia in March.
In June, she was saying how much she would like to visit the UK and by chance, the fares on Ryanair to Bournemouth the following week were quite cheap. I didn't hesitate, I bought the tickets!
We stayed in Bournemouth for 2 days, went on a bus tour, did all the usual things. And then we took the train to London which was our main objective of course. We stayed slightly out of the centre in Clapham Common which has many memories for me. When I worked for the BBC we used to record Billy Smart's Circus from a large tent on the common.

In London, we also took a tour bus, visited Buckingham Palace (I mean, outside the palace!)... What else? I have forgotten a lot of our visit because it was quite a long time ago. But we had a great time. Ah yes, I remember, we visited Windsor Castle and on the way back to London, we dropped in to see an old friend of mine, Tricia (girlfriend, I mean) because Orlinda wanted to see where I used to live. Addlestone in Surrey is a little to the south of Windsor, just outside London.

We chanced upon a festival on the South Bank, near to Waterloo Station and saw an acrobatic show with a group from Colombia, which was great! Very exciting for Orlinda because, I am sure I have said previously, she is Colombian. On Saturday morning, we took the train back to Bournemouth, took a taxi to the airport and Orlinda's husband picked us up at Girona Airport. We were away for 5 or 6 days. Here are some photos! The first two were in Bournemouth. A tour bus and a view from West Cliff.

This is Orlinda after we arrived in Waterloo Station from Bournemouth.

A trendy bar in Clapham!
 A festival on the South Bank.
This was in Leicester Square on our way back to Girona.

The weather was rather cool and cloudy in Bournemouth but, while we were in London, it was fine and warm as you can probably see from the photos. 

Infantile English humour in the train going back to Bournemouth.
In my next post, I will write about Marta's visit - Marta from Ukraine, that is, who has appeared in previous posts. But this was her first time in Spain.

Wednesday, 13 June 2018

To print!

I am committing my blog to print! I don't know what the future holds. We have a new President in both Madrid and Barcelona. I was in London last week with Orlinda and in 3 weeks, Marta comes to visit me from Ukraine for 2 weeks.
I am sure I will post more here on the blog but I wrote this post as a way of closing off the book before I start off on new adventures. And, for sure, I will be writing about them here! And maybe there will be another book!

Sunday, 3 June 2018

A new President

As expected, Mariano Rajoy was defeated on Friday in a vote of confidence (Censura in Spanish) in the Senate  and we have a new President, Pedro Sánchez. He is good-looking - known sometimes as el Guapo - previously a basket-ball player and once rejected by his party two years ago only to return as leader again. Rajoy to me seems a decent man but lacking in the charisma that I think a leader requires. I agreed with his rigid stance to protect the law against the independistas in Catalunya who appeared to have no respect for the law by holding the contentious referendum on 1st October last year. Sánchez on the other hand, tends to play up to his reputation and to me seems rather vain. We will see what happens.
We have too many parties here. I don't mean fiestas, dancing! Not possible to have too many of those. We have too many political parties, each with their own agenda. From the far-left CUP to the political right of Partido Popular. But I would describe the PP as similar to the Conservative party in the UK, not extreme right. We don't have anything further right than the PP. But many people paint them with the spectre of Franco and that is disingenuous. Franco lives on only in political propaganda, the kind of things that happened in that era will never return. But it is a potent political weapon to link the two... PP and Franco. 
The vote of confidence was really all about the case of Gürtel but Catalunya was lurking in the background. The name of Gürtel came about because the businessman at the centre of the scandal was called, Correa, which is Spanish for belt. And for some reason the equivalent German word was adopted. I am shocked at what went on and the perpetrators have rightly been jailed.
I don't feel quite the same way about putting Catalan politicians in jail on remand. That is an understatement, I am very much in sympathy with the cause of politicians who naturally are now named, "political prisoners".It has been a long time without trial and many Catalans are justifiably angry about it.

Not wishing to appear too partisan, I suspect that a motive for the debate of censura was simply the ambition of Pedro Sánchez to be President. After the vote, supporters crowded around him in congratulations. This only served to reinforce my view. It was not something to celebrate, to bring down the President. During the voting, I saw young dipudados smirking and laughing as they called out "sí" in support. One having a photo taken on a phone as though it was some kind of a joke. This is a great and noble country, they should not treat it like that.
The future is bleak. Pedro Sanchéz does not have some kind of free reign with Spain. He is tied to other parties in his coalition, some of which want independence for Catalunya. He is subject to the judicirary and the Tribunal Constitucional which have not changed. 
One post in The Times comments section expressed a hope that the politicians will soon be released from jail. But this is not withing the remit of the government, it is controlled by the judiciary.
If he intends to do any kind of deal about independence with the independistas of Catalunya (He doesn't have to go far, they are part of his own coalition), he will be hearing fairly rapidly from the Tribunal Constitucional. He has often expressed a wish to change the Constitution to enable freedom to negotiate independence for Catalunya but he cannot do so with the PP, now in opposition strongly against any change.
A friends said to me that he thought the change of Government would be good news for Catalunya but I can't see any change in the status-quo because it is dictated by the Constitution of Spain. He can make generous offers of "dialogue" but that is all it will be and it will probably break down rapidly when Carles Puigdemont insists on independence. The same would have happened with Rajoy who offered talks but only within the law.
Why did Mariano Rajoy not resign on Thursday when he left Congress knowing that the vote was lost on account of the PNV (Patido Nacionalista Vasco) abandoning him? One commentator in La Vanguardia suggested that, because the vote of censure was against Rajoy personally and not against the PP, a change of leadership (maybe to Soraya
Sáenz de Santamaría, his deputy) would have swung the vote back in favour of a "No". Did the PP consult Albert Rivero the leader of the centre-right Ciutadanos to ask if they would support the "no" vote if Rajoy resigned? No, they did not. Maybe the PP felt that their cause was lost and they would have had to call elections anyway. Or maybe Rajoy simply refused to resign, insisting on remaining as leader albeit in opposition. However, El Punt Avui, the fiercely pro-independence Catalan newspaper, was clearly under the impression that the vote was against the PP which it sees as corrupt. But then it would!
So Rajoy stayed as leader and the vote on Friday morning as expected placed Pedro Sánchez immediately as President. The Constitution states that, if a party lodges a vote of censure (no confidence) then they must be prepared to take control in the event of it succeeding. One member of the PP was scathing about it, describing it as "entering the Moncloa by the back door" (in other words by not by winning an election). Sánchez is not even a diputado (MP, member of the Senate) and this is the first time we have had a President who is not a diputado. El Punt wrote, "This is the kind of comment we have come to expect from the PP..." Well, sure, I think that is allowed. It is called "politics" and El Punt is expert in that!

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

It's only ice-cream!

Temp de Flors, the annual flower festival in Girona has just closed and the city can return to normal after the many people who visit the city have gone home. Most of the flowers are not real anyway as they have to survive for 10 days, many of them outdoors.

One popular place to visit is Rocambolesc, the ice-cream shop run by the Roca brothers who own the famouse Celler Can Roca restaurant in Girona. But would you queue for well over half an hour just for an ice-cream? But this shop is famous, so I guess it is a rite of passage for some.

Finally they arrive at the shop! I often buy an ice-cream there, but only if there is no queue. They are delicioso with a selection of toppings.

Here is a photo to show the kind of chaos that occurs in Girona during the tourist season. Crazy! This is Carrer Santa Clara which runs in parallel with the Rambla which is on the other side of the river.

 I am not sure to what extent the uncertainty (I am being generous... chaos) with the Brexit negotiations and the political situation here are affecting my mood. In general I feel rather stressed and I have no obvious reason to feel that way. I am retired with a regular income and I am in good health.
I just received my new UK passport and, as expected, it still has "European Union" on the cover. But from 29th March next year, this will not be true, I will no longer be European. Obviously I am not going to be thrown out of Spain and I am fairly confident that my free health care will continue. But in theory, the health care is held up by a reciprocal agreement between the two countries as member states of the EU. And this will end next year, two years after Article 50 was declared when the UK started the process to leave the EU. What rights I continue to enjoy will rather depends on the rights that will be given to EU immigrants who are resident in the UK.

And then there is the ongoing political strife between the independistas in Catalunya and the central government in Madrid. But what makes me very stressed is talk of the "republic" of Catalunya when clearly it is still a dream. And road signs such as these below. I have to admit it really winds me up because "Republica Catalana" does not exist. Many visitors pass this way during the summer and they will believe it is true. It is on my regular bike ride.

Here, yellow is everywhere. People wear yellow ribbons in support of the politicians who are being help in prison on remand or who are in exile. Yellow was the theme of the festival of St Jordi last month and it was also prominent in Temp de Flors. Personally, I feel the same way: that it is wrong to hold politicians, or anyone, in jail for such a long time without trial. However, for local councils to display political symbols in public spaces is not permitted under the law. It states that public spaces are for everyone and not just for the party with the majority in the council. Celrà whose mayor is with the far-left and very independista CUP, flouts this law all over the place, as do Bordills and Sant Martí Vell, its neighbours. See the photos. Girona has yellow crosses planted in the banks of the river. But these councils do not recognise this law. As I suggest later, the distinction between the case of politicians in prison (yellow ribbons) and the push for independence is rather blurred and from my view these have become symbols for independence also.
As is well known, Carles Puigdemont fled to Brussels and is now stuck in Germany, unable to leave because Spain has lodged a request for extradition. The charges against all these politicians are very severe and I wonder if they realised quite the risk they were taking when they boldly declared independence after the 1st October referendum, which was illegal under the Spanish constitution. 
But to enact a declaration of independence is complicated. If they want to do it, why don't they just go ahead and declare the Republic of Catalunya? Now. The answer is, of course, they cannot do it without the cooperation of Spain and they are hardly likely to receive that. If the event actually went ahead, there would be a very extended period of negotiations about money, infrastructure etc. Just one small example, RENFE the railway company is Spanish as is ADIF which owns the tracks. The republic would automatically be outside the European Union and forced to create trade deals with various countries. And we only have to look at the situation in the UK to realise how complicated that can be. And meantime, the republic will rapidly run out of money. It already has a huge debt with Spain and that would have to be cleared.
Back to the yellow ribbons...... After 1st October last year and the declaration of independence, Madrid quickly annulled the declaration and imposed Article 155 which took direct control of Catalunya. Then Mariano Rajoy, the Prime Minister, took a gamble and set elections for just before Christmas in the hope that a more moderate government would prevail, led presumably by Inés Arrimadas, the leader of Cuitadanes which is centre-right. But a judge in Madrid probably swung the result in favour of the indpendistas by putting in jail, firstly the "two Jordis", followed by other prominent politicians. One or two, including of course, Carles Puigdemont the previous President, fled the country in order to avoid arrest. I am sure that the judge's decision changed the result of the election - the result was very close - because this rapidly became a  cause celèbre and everyone started wearing yellow ribbons in support of the politicians who are now labelled "political prisoners". This is not technically correct but try telling that to the people. 
And the other result of putting these people in jail without trial is that it is driving the desire for independence more strongly despite it being a separate issue. I will explain what I mean... the only justification for the Republic of Catalunya that I can see is if it is economically viable and I cannot see that in a million years. And putting politicians in jail doesn't change that. But the desire for independence is driven more and more by emotion, mainly anger. Heart over mind. And in general, the mind is better at making important decisions.

Now there is deadlock again because, although finally we have a new President chosen by Carles Puigdemont, he has embarked on a course of confrontation with the Government in Madrid by choosing 4 ministers who are either in jail or in exile. And of course, Madrid has said, "No way!" and continued applying Article 155. Quim Torra must have known that would happen so his move is described in some newspapers as "provocative". And some women are up in arms because they are poorly represented in the cabinet.

I have written a lot about politics but I hope I have been balanced. I have friends who strongly desire independence and I respect their view. The only danger to me is that it is very much driven by pride and hatred for Madrid without a cool hard look at the future.

My social scene has changed because I no longer organise the two groups, Girona Grapevine and Girona Social Meetup, and I don't go to the meetings either. There are one or two people who have been very unpleasant to me and they go to both groups. So I am out of it. Why put myself through it? In compensation, I spend time with my dear friend Orlinda! We have lots of fun together.

You have to look closely, Orlinda is mimicking the poster!

I am trying to get going on a project or two, I really need a project! I have two ideas. One is painting from music. In other words taking a specific piece of music and then representing it in a painting. People have done research on how to do this automatically in software so this is one line of thought that I am following. I even thought about writing an article, maybe in New Scientist. One slight problem is that music is "linear"; it moves forward in time but a painting does not. Maybe I will use video and art.
My other idea is not really practical for reasons of cost. I know that colouring books for adults are popular these days and I thought about doing the same, based on my pictures of Girona and selling it to tourists. I bought a book in Girona a week ago and it was exactly what I had in mind, 20 x 20 cm, 16 leaves (32 pages). But it was €4! I couldn't possibly get close, I would have difficulty making it less than €10 retail because I have to make money and I have to give commission to whoever is selling it. The shops here double the price of my greetings cards here, selling them for €4.40.
But I will create a sample and see if the Ajuntament is interested in the idea. But, who cares! The swimming pool in Celrà opens on 2nd June and that is where I will spend much of the summer!

I often travel to Girona on the train and, as usual yesterday, there was the usual throng of people attempting to get on before we had got off. It is so daft, are they worried that the train will leave without them, or that there won't be a seat left? But so many people get off at Girona, the carriage is usually virtually empty. And then, as the alarm bleeped to announce the doors were closing, a big guy ran frantically up the stairs and grabbed the doors as they were almost closed. He wrenched at the doors, another guy joined in. Someone waved frantically at the driver. You would imagine someone had fallen under the train rather than someone simply being late. I feared for the doors because the two young men were using a great deal of force. Finally the door opened enough for the guy to get in but I imagined that the mechanism could have been damaged. It was all so ridiculous.

SNCF, the French railway company has a rule for the TGV where carriage doors close 2 minutes before departure, or in London, gates to a platform close a fixed time before departure. But instead of people realising it makes sense to avoid situations like the above, they complain. Or they say that it is not fair on disabled people. I say, arrive earlier.

Two days ago I saw a young girl cross a busy road in front of the bus that I was boarding at Correos in Girona to return to Celrà. There was no way she could see what was coming because the bus obstructed her view. A car came along as she stepped onto the opposite kerb and beeped at her. She jumped in surprise. It was like Russian Roulette. A few seconds earlier and she would have been seriously injured. I thought she was about to board the bus after me. Her face was pale, a little sweaty, but she just gave me a blank look and walked out into the road. I couldn't do anything because I was inside the bus. If I had changed her speed, I could have caused an accident. She wandered off, seemingly with no great idea of where she was going. Drugs maybe?

Fortunately I have never seen a serious accident but sometimes I see..... "But for the grace of God". A few seconds either way and, boom. There is a dangerous crossing close to the station in Girona in Caraterra de Barcelona. People see that the traffic has stopped in one direction and assume that it is OK to cross. Not OK! Traffic still comes in the opposite direction at high speed - the traffic is held at red in the other direction because there is a left filter. Wait for the green man!

I was waiting at a crossing with a friend a week or two ago. It was on a corner of a street and, as the light for the crossing turned to show a green man, a young woman pushed her baby in a pram into the road onto the crossing and was about to follow it when a car came around the corner at speed, jumped the red light and narrowly missed the pram. I have seen something similar before! A woman with a pram on a crossing. And they push the baby onto the crossing while remaining safely on the curb.

In Colombia, where I was staying, there was a very steep hill, too steep for me to ascend on my bike. Once, when I was at the bottom of the hill, I saw two young boys hitching a lift on a truck going up the hill. They were hanging on by their fingernails. Had they slipped, they would have ended up under the car following.

Finally, things that annoy me. Well.. apart from having to yell at people with phones, "Mirar donde vas!" I hate seeing bikes on pavements in Girona, sometimes at high speed, especially big hunky guys wearing full paraphernalia. The danger is, someone coming out of a shop onto a pavement and a bike comes at speed down the pavement. I have seen several close shaves, one including with me. Now I look both ways when coming out of a shop, also my local bar because kids fly down the path on skateboards as well as bikes. Isn't it sad? When I was very young, I was taught the highway code about looking both ways when crossing the road. I never imagined that later in my life, it would also apply to coming out of a shop!

Now that summer is coming, I guess, in the streets of Girona, I will be treated to the view of bum cheeks falling out of short shorts. Do girls think it is sexy?? 

And I get annoyed with people yawning and thinking it is OK to show the entire contents of their mouth.

I don't normally write about things that annoy me because it is negative and life is wonderful, fantastic. It is just that I am a little bit stressed these days. I am sure the Celrà pool will change that. From time to time, neighbours and friends in my village say things like, "two weeks..." with a knowing smile. We are all counting down to 2nd July!

I read in the news from time to time about possible use of AI robots in customer services. I can promise, they have already arrived and they are not very bright. To avoid litigation, I won't mention the magazine but about 2 weeks ago, I made a payment of €46 for a subscription. I received an automatic email to say that I now had unlimited access to the magazine. Not true. When I exchanged emails with customer services, they said that it could take up to 14 working days. "So your email is not correct?" I wrote. There followed lots of emails where, each time, a different person wrote to me. They said that they couldn't trace my payment when it had obviously arrived. Their use of English was very confused ("....I will escalate it urgently to accounts department". Did anything happen? Nooo.) In exasperation, I took up my right to cancel within the "cooling off" period. I fought valiantly and finally got my refund only for, the very next day, they took another €46, completely unauthorised. I am still fighting valiantly to get my second refund back but they are getting confused between the two payments.
A typical message: "I can confirm that your screenshot shows the €46 that was taken on the 11th May 2018". I know it shows the €46 - I sent the screenshot!! Another glass of wine and I will be fine.

Sorry.. another pet hate. The local council (Ajuntament) in Celrà has a brilliant scheme for collecting rubbish. Every night, there is a collection of a different type of refuse. Organic, plastic, paper, etc. We also have a rubbish dump very near by. And they leave this mobile unit once a week in different areas of the village. And what happens if a compartment in that module is full? People simply leave the bag on the top of the unit or next to it. And the guy who took it away left the bags on the grass, of course. And I hope they stay there to shame the neighbours! If a compartment is full, then you can't leave your rubbish. I think that is fairly obvious. Sometimes people leave a discarded sofa, or enormous cartons next to the glass recycling bin. In the UK, all of this would be called fly-tipping.
But here there is no excuse, the Ajuntament has devised a wonderful scheme. And still people abuse it.
Half an hour later, that pile of rubbish had gone, presumably removed by our local council. And I guess the neighbours were wise to that. I am a tyrant! If I had been Mayor, I would have left it to rot!! But they are realistic. In the UK, I think a typical collection is once a week. Even organic waste. Here, it is every two days!

Recently a company installed fibre optic cables in the ducts under the streets here. They discarded bundles of ropes which they used to pull the fibre optic cables through the ducts. These ropes were dumped in the small rubbish bins in the locality. Amazing! They didn't think to take it away. In any case, it was surely re-useable.

Finally, about being transgender. A friend of mine asked me if I wanted to be "she" and change my name to Stephanie. She was a little confused. I said that some guys feel "trapped" inside a male body, they want to "transition" into being a woman, undergo surgery. To go out as a woman. To insist on using womens' toilets. For me that would be ridiculous, I am obviously a guy. I don't have such strong feelings. My friend Nomel in the Philippines is very female in appearance and can easily pass off as a girl and no one would know. But.... A big but. A large part of me is female - I am not macho-man. And I am having enormous fun exploring that part of me now, because I can. Earlier in my life, I had a job. I couldn't turn up at a client's office with blue fingernails. And of course, times have changed too. In my opinion too far. There is a lot of talk about transphobia... or homophobia! Someone I know very well thinks being transgender is weird. That's OK. Of course it is OK to feel that way. I like Bach organ music, do I expect everyone else to be the same? Many people are uncomfortable with gay men kissing in public (I am too) and, for certain, the physical act (haha, definitely not in public!) I can understand that. Often, newspapers maybe through laziness, describe a time in the UK when "...homosexuality was illegal". It was never illegal, the act was illegal.
Although it is within the law in Spain, I still feel uncomfortable with overt expressions of affection in public (do you like my euphemism?) whether it be between gays or heterosexuals. I wouldn't do it.

Last time I came back from Ukraine, I read an article in the flight magazine about the history of makeup, for men. I have makeup. I go to makeup shops and get advice which is lots of fun. There is a long and noble tradition of makeup for men going right back to the Egyptians. But maybe my motive is a little different, to appear a little more feminine. I have lots of womens' clothes but most of them are not specifically female. Long tops, skinny jeans. We all have legs. But summer is coming with many opportunities to be girly! (at 74!) The colours of womens' clothes are brighter. I love Stradivarius which is almost all for women. The colours. Fantastic!

I couldn't resist adding another photo of Orlinda!