Basil gets a haircut

We trimmed Basil over the weekend. Well, it is probably more accurate to say scalped.

We have hidden mirrors from him.

Incredible Hulk

This green monster was working his way across the yard today. The dogs barked, I screamed, Ian screamed, but we still managed to get a quick pic.

Curry, festering Private Eyes and squatters

I am certain that we were the only group of British people sharing a curry this side of Zafra on Saturday night. Luckily there was enough left for Ian and I to have another curry feast last night.

Sadly my plans to become rich from my Private Eye collection crashed and burned at the weekend. Well rotted and decomposed is probably nearer the truth. Having religiously never knowingly thrown a Private Eye away for what - 20 years, I found that most of my collection has rotted. OK - whilst these might not have been my pension - but I certainly would rather then hadn't disappeared in a heap of rotting dust.

We kept it on the floor in one of the spare rooms and the condensation got to it. We experienced this last year too with bedding - so need to remember to get everything off the ground. So this morning we were at the builders merchant at the crack of dawn - well sort of, and bought a couple of units so we can move all remaining boxes off the floor.

We also have a family of house martins (or are they swallows?) squatting up under our roof. Hence the reason why people who know better keep their shutters etc closed so they don't give home to selected wildlife. We have enough wildlife downstairs with the animals and Ian without encouraging new additions upstairs. Of course we won't knock the nest down - just have to make sure we move it out when the little ones have fledged.

Sock Tops - The Movie

New Layout

I've rather cleverly changed the layout of this blog. I'd like to say it took hours of programming - however I just fiddled with a couple of doodahs and it all happened automatically. Magic!

Return

I arrived back from the UK relatively in one piece and on time. Yet again I arrived at the airport with my baggage being overweight - and as this time I was without powdered milk, lime pickle or brown sauce I was a little surprised. Probably a trip to a car boot sale was not a good idea - and Ian seemed less then enamoured with the glass lampshade that I lugged back for him.

I think the butchers rub their hands in glee as I head off back to the UK. Ian drops me off at the airport and then stocks up on as much meat as he can eat. Ian then turns this into a carnivorous curry feast, and from what I can see eats this for breakfast lunch and dinner.

I left Spain in glorious sunshine and returned to grey and cold. The weather forecast shows much of the same over the next few days. Boo.