Still, the British stiff upper lip coupled with the ability to delay swearing until alone will get me through………… together with copious cups of coffee of course.
There have been some bizarre scenes out here, including, me, in the middle of the street, holding a mobile phone up to the ear of an intransigent Portuguese builder with a voice box, for what seemed like hours, so that he could explain what was going on to our German friend so that she could translate and explain it to me whilst the terrible Goddess was looking out of the window, giggling (Helpfully! Lo etc.) and making some soup.
The situation, which is far too complicated and boring to go into, looks as though it might be resolved by our kind German (not the same German) neighbour who is going to let us put our satellite dish, which has been summarily removed from it’s rightful position, on his roof.
My faith in human nature, although having been tested quite severely, is beginning to be re-built. I can see the attraction of being a hermit as a career choice however…………. ho hum.
(On the scale of human disasters this must rank fairly low down the scale – but I have to say they have been a right royal pain in the ….. Lo,TG Ed)
