Nothing is Easy

I felt really proud of myself yesterday when I'd called Madrid and arranged a visit from the mending man. Tuesday.......not that good when I have shed loads of washing but at least it's better than nothing.

Being resigned to that, I was more than a little surprised to receive a phone call this morning to say that 'he' was on his way. I waited and waited.........no man. It's so infuriating when they say within the hour and six hours later you are still waiting.

He was such a sweetie though. We had a conversation, a bit stilted on my part, but it seemed to amuse him. It turned out that he didn't have the necessary part with him and we arranged that he'd come back on TUESDAY. Back to square one!

At least I could have the bath that I'd promised myself all day. Half an hour later, when I was still wrapped in a towel, he came back! I've never dressed so quickly in all my life. I think he liked me. He mended my machine, complimented me on my Spanish and said he loved Clio. What a nice man.

The Will to Spin

The gremlin returned. Apart from my poorly, sick camera, which I blame on the x-ray machine at Exeter Airport, we've had quite a few months of calm as far as the 'necessaries' are concerned. My internet connection is fine and the telephone line is also behaving.....should I have said that?

My washing machine decided to lose the will to spin a couple of days ago. I checked back on my blog and found that it was delivered on the seventh of August last year. Thinking in English terms the guarantee should have been well gone by now. Lucky me........after finding the papers it seems it's for two years!

Time to ring the mending man!