It’s Ffffreeezing!

Well so much for “dulce Noviembre” or “sweet November”! It’s flipping freezing at the minute, the night temperatures are hovering at just about zero, something we’re not at all used to in southern Spain. Things should get back to normal in a week or so with the night temperatures rising again to double figures. In the meantime we are keeping both fires lit all during the day, to warm up the house. We also have big hot and cold aircon units in the sitting room and in our bedroom, and I have a very effective little convection heater in the study keeping me warm as I type. We really are too old to be cold, and very fortunate to be able to have a full log shed, and to not care too much about the electricity bill when it comes. Much more important to be comfortable at this age! Incidentally, over here at this time of year you will frequently see women outside as well as indoors, fully dressed, but with fleecy, full-length dressing gowns on top – they’re not daft, it keeps them snuggly warm, and I have caught the habit too!

The fire surround in the sitting room is now finished, built by Tom, plastered by Jake and painted by Peter, a team effort! We now just need to finish off each side of the fire to tidy it up. We’ve also ordered an air vent to cut in high up, to let more warm air out from the flue into the sitting room. It’s a very funky retro style antique brass one which we’re having delivered to Laurie’s house and can bring home with us once we’re over in Norn Iron. We also had to order a new top plate thing – baffle plate? It baffles me, anyway – for the sitting room fire, as our current one is cracked but perfectly useable for now. It made more sense to get a new plate as we were told that filling the crack with cement wouldn’t last very long. So, if you’re going to do a job do it right first time! The fires are just so cosy at this time of year, it can be difficut to remember that only a few months ago we were suffering in 42C heat.

Speaking of cold, as you know, most houses here don’t have central heating. We don’t really need it as it would only be used for a couple of months a year, and with the aircon and the big log burners we can be quite cosy. However, today it was really time to change the 10.5 tog duvet to the 13.5 tog one. It took me a while wrestling with it as it’s very big and very heavy. Also you really can’t beat an electric blanket…bliss! The only other thing to do in our bedroom is to keep the spiral staircase down to the bodega covered to keep the heat in upstairs. The stairs go from our bedroom down to the bodega, and that room has 3 external stone walls, designed to keep all the wine, cheeses etc cool.

So, every winter we put our “retired” duvets over the railings and plug the gaps, it’s the only way to keep the aircon heat in up in the bedroom!!

I’ve bought a few things from Ebay which I’ve had sent to Laurie’s since we’re popping over for a wee pre-Christmas visit. To have all that lot – including the two bits for the fire – posted to Spain would cost ridiculously silly money so it’s far better to just bring it all back in our luggage. We won’t be over the allowed weight as the only other things to bring back will be…err…whatever tempts us for wee Christmas treats in M&S food hall! We generally pack very little to bring over, just enough clothes to last us for the time we’re there, so there should be plenty of “empty kilos” for us to fill, with two suitcases, two overhead cabin bags and two under seat bags.

Our winter projects are coming along nicely now. We need to scrape down, plaster and paint two walls in what will be Peter’s art studio. It has huge windows leading outside to an upper terrace, plenty of light to enjoy while creating a masterpiece or two!

The other thing he really wants to get back into is decorating sconces. We need to source some unglazed ones so they are ready to paint and otherwise decorate. We have been giving them to people as presents but we may have to open a gallery next!

I think the examples above are really lovely, with a bit of a Moroccan feel, which we both like.

I’ve been shopping in the “M” place, as it’s known, otherwise really called Mercadona! It’s a very good supermarket but I am also continually impressed by their skincare and make-up range. Here’s what I’ve bought in the last week…firstly, their own brand “Botox”- like serum, which promises to smooth out wrinkles and fine lines. It is a temporary fix, and is best patted gently into your skin and left for about ten minutes. If you fan it for a few minutes it helps speed up things. It’s ony €6 so isn’t a big loss if you don’t like it!

I also got, on the recommendation of my lovely friend Violet, some Skin Glow Tint. Now this looks decidedly odd, as it appears to be a little glass container filled with tiny wee balls, a bit like a rough mustard!

When you use the pump to get it out it comes out as liquid, very smooth, very glowing and with a gorgeous hint of colour. It is excellent, costs only €9 and worth every cent!

Next on my “can’t live without” list is their Maxi Volume black mascara. Oh my word, I have used hundreds of mascaras in my time, from the cheapest to the most expensive, and none of them comes even close to this wee beauty! It never clumps, lengthens your lashes, lasts all day, absolutely fabulous. I hope and pray they never discontinue it as, at under €4 it always has a place in my makeup bag. Best mascara ever!

Now to one of the best bits of living in Spain, eating out! As you know, we do go out to lunch quite often, we like to try different restaurants and it is ridiculously inexpensive so why wouldn’t we?

So here’s the latest line-up. We have a ladies lunch group and we meet for lunch about once a month. This time we elected to eat at our local Chinese restaurant in Fortuna. I was seriously worried about it as we stopped going there after a few truly horrible meals. However, we learned that it has been taken over by a lovely young couple and my word have they made some changes! The whole place is clean and fresh, and the food was utterly delicious – I couldn’t fault it. A very big portion of sweet and sour chicken Hong Kong style, with rice and a drink was less than €10. I rather felt a bit sorry for the other diners as there were 17 of us for lunch and it got a bit noisy!

The next place to tell you about is a great restaurant Peter found for us in Cieza, a lovely town less than half an hour from us, it’s the administrative centre for the whole area. It’s called Tarradella’s Restaurante and was absolutely superb. The food was incredible, the presentation a delight, and the restaurant itself was very modern and tastefully decorated. They do a 3-course menu del dia for €16 which is fantastic value!

Next is a real favourite of ours where we will always keep returning to – Ann and Ray’s restaurant, the Red Roof. We went for Sunday lunch recently, and shared a huge portion of delicious paella and a big rack of really tender BBQ ribs between us.

There was a raffle on that day, and we won Sunday lunch for two, including wine! Safe to say we’ll be back very soon!

We also had lunch recently with our great friends David and Violet Millar. They come on holiday quite a few times every year to Guardamar, on the coast, and we always look forward to meeting up for lunch. Suffice to say the craic is mighty and the wine keeps flowing! We had such a lovely long afternoon with them and look forward to the next time!

And now for something completely different…this weekend is the switching on of the Christmas lights in Murcia, they always put on the most amazing show. I’ll post some photos after we’ve been to see it all but in the meantime, guess who’s actually doing the switching on? Only RICHARD GERE, that’s who! Yep, he’s apparently been in Madrid doing something or other and will be in Murcia city this weekend. Very impressive!

And another little something different – this wee visitor flew off my hibiscus on the verandah and landed at my feet the other day, a little praying mantis. Absolutely beautiful colour and posture!

I’ve overrun my time a bit here, but here’s a wee short story which I hope you’ll find entertaining…let me know what you think!

“Billy McAllister was the sort of boy our mothers warned us about. Tall, narrow hipped, black hair and blue eyes, cocky as hell but oh my word so easy on the eye. He always wore Levis, he said that the world was divided into those who wore Wranglers and those who wore Levis. He had a reputation that mothers worried about, and fathers worked themselves into a frenzy about what they would do if he ever came near their daughters.

I had never worn Wranglers, always Levis, even though Saturday jobs didn’t pay too well and it had taken longer than I thought to own a coveted pair. Just the one pair, mind, we weren’t as well off as some of the girls in school, but it didn’t matter. Also, my mother wasn’t sure they were entirely appropriate apparel for young ladies, but she didn’t actually forbid me from wearing them, so I decided she’d eventually get used to it.

Billy McAllister had a car, two years ago his father had bought him a red Cadillac Coupe de Ville for his eighteenth birthday. It was sleek and powerful, not unlike its owner, and all the girls wanted to be the one chosen to sit in the front seat with him. It had a great radio as well, the height of sophistication for country girls like us.

Bill McAllister senior was a big shot in the county. Having made a fortune in luxury car sales he never missed an opportunity to let everyone know just how well he had done. If you consider “well” to be the equivalent of “rich” then fair enough, but alongside his wealth he had amassed a ton of bad manners and arrogance, some of which had obviously been inherited by his son who worked in the family business. Both were ideal salesmen, they were able to persuade men that their status would be enhanced in a particular car, and their charms could persuade a woman to just buy anything at all. Business was brisk, and very successful.

Billy was always keen to show the rest of us how much money he had, treating his boys to burgers at the drive through and cruising for girls who were only too keen to oblige, but who ended up just like used tissues when the conqueror had notched up another mark of victory.

Just another reason why our mothers said he was the epitome of “mad, bad and dangerous to know”, and every one of us was forbidden to get into that car, no matter how much we yearned to.

Gemma Stirling was the front runner. She looked like every schoolboy’s dream, and probably featured in quite a few of them. It didn’t take long for Billy McAllister to succumb to her charms, even if they were so obvious the three blind mice couldn’t  have failed to see what was happening. We were sure it wouldn’t be long before she became the chosen one. Gemma was also sure of it, in fact she never shut up about how often she caught him sneaking a look at her. I was sure she was exaggerating, but equally sure it wouldn’t be long before she and Billy really were seen as a couple.

My friends and I spent far too much time wondering and talking about how to snare Billy McAllister and be seen in the front seat of that Cadillac. We all fancied him, of course we did, though in truth we all recognised that none of us were ever likely to come within spitting distance, never mind actually ever getting to sit in that car with him. None of us looked anything like Gemma Stirling.

Until, that is, the day everything changed. I was walking home from school and heard a car pull up just behind me.

“Hey! Hey,Judy!” the voice called, just in case I was in any doubt as to who the call was aimed at. I turned slowly round, hardly daring to breathe.

“Do you want a lift home?” he asked.

“Err, no thanks”, I replied, wanting more than anything to get into that car with the divine Billy, but knowing full well that someone, somewhere would see me and from then on my mother would make my live an utter misery with lectures on the evils of loose women, unwanted pregnancies, ruined lives and worse.

“Come, on,” he laughed, “I won’t bite! I promise!”.

At that moment I’d have paid good money to have Billy McAllister bite me anywhere he liked. He got out of the car and walked over to me. I could smell him, the scent of lemons and something sweet like candy floss on a hot night at the county fair. I think it was the smell of danger but back then all I could do was to breathe in that aroma – it was like mother’s milk to a starving baby.

“Come on”, he said again, “It’ll save you a long walk. I promise I’ll drive slowly and I really won’t bite”.

“No, thank you.” I wasn’t going to let myself be seduced by that charmer. For once I was more afraid of my mother than of not taking up Billy McAllister’s offer. Anyway, I couldn’t understand why he even wanted to talk to me, never mind get me in his car. There were plenty more and better looking girls around who would be only too willing to put out for Billy McAllister. Anyhow, I wasn’t going to take the chance.

The next time I saw Billy McAllister was in Jones and Dickens Funeral Home. He looked even better in the casket, someone had done a great job of genuinely making him look like he was asleep, and ready to jump up at any minute, laughing and yelling “Hah! Fooled you all!”

I knew that after finally accepting my refusal to get into his car he had stormed off in a huge huff, and had taken off with a screech of tyres, yelling something at me over his shoulder which I couldn’t hear.  He had probably driven too fast in a temper, and didn’t have time to react when the car slid on mud and screamed towards a rather large tree which refused to give way.

Danger comes in many guises, and not always the obvious ones like speeding, or standing too close to the edge of a cliff. Sometimes danger is carefully and cleverly and so beautifully wrapped up in Levis, looking so, so good, but best avoided.

The world is full of Billy McAllisters, there are always more to go around. When my daughters are older, I’ll tell them about Billy McAllister and of the dangers hidden in plain view. I hope they make the right choices. I really do.”

Next time, Christmas is nearly here, whoo! hoo! Shopping all done, food already organised, looking forward to it!

Summer’s end…

It has been a bit too long since the last blog, forgive me, life has a way of interfering with the best laid plans! We are now racing towards Christmas and summer seems a long time ago. Where on earth has this year gone?! It seems to have vanished in the blink of an eye. We had a last gasp of real heat where the temperatures exceeded 38C in the shade, but are now sliding down to a very pleasant 24C or so in the sun, in the daytime. Night temperatures from this weekend are expected to fall to single figures, so it’s time to put the duvets back on the beds, instead of just using their covers, and get the big log burners fired up. The clouds down the valley are starting to look quite amazing, like ribbons of candy floss – this always heralds the changing of the seasons. This is actually the view from our en-suite bathroom, definitely a loo with a view!

Peter has been busy cleaning the chimney flue things from the two big log burners. Not the nicest job in the world but at least when he goes up on the roof to get the brushes down the flues he doesn’t break any tiles. So now both fires are clean and safe, ready for the colder weather. He even treated himself to a special vacuum thing for cleaning out the remaining soot and ash…how very grown-up are we?

We had Peter’s cousin Tom, and his wife Carmel, over to stay for a few days. Tom was a builder, and he helped Peter close in the fire surround and chimney breast in the sitting room, right up to the ceiling. That probably isn’t the technical term but I think you know what I mean! Then our friend Jake came over to plaster it all, and now, as I write, Peter is getting the last coat of paint on so we can light the fire tonight. It is so brilliant to have the flue etc all enclosed now, it looks so much tidier.

I went with Peter to collect some of the building stuff we needed, from a massive B&Q type place the other side of the city. We had pre-ordered and paid online so thought it would be a simple matter of just rolling up and collecting the stuff. Good grief, we couldn’t have been more wrong. We kept getting directed from one area to another, and becoming more and more frustrated by the minute, nyerping away at each other. Well, that’s not strictly true, I was the one doing all the nyerping, the husband is usually very calm, but even he was beginning to lose patience – probably with me! The moral of the story is …..never bring your wife/husband to a builders’ merchants, unless you are keen to meet again in the divorce courts!

We’ve had our first log drop from Angel, our great log man. His Dad is also called Angel and is a bit of a pet – I always get a hug when we go to the yard to order the logs, and he often gives us lots of fruits which are in season, like pomegranates and almonds. He gets jars of home-made lemon curd and home-made limpncello from us in return.

Peter has all the logs stacked away now in the big dry store. We actually still have quite a lot left over from last winter but wanted to get at least one load in before the rain came, and we’re very glad we did! We’ll get another delivery next week and that will probably be enough to keep both big log burners going all winter. Angel is great, he always delivers when he says he will, and he always leaves us 4 huge crates of kindling at no extra charge. I’m glad we’re well stocked up now for winter – we’re too old to be cold!

There have been severe storms again along the east coast of Spain, though mostly confined to the Valenciana community. Barcelona has been hit quite badly, as have some areas near Malaga, and Mallorca has also taken a battering. Some areas have suffered awful flooding again, but hopefully not as destructive as last year’s disaster. Very scary weather patterns all over the world at the minute. We always seem to miss any of the more extreme weather where we are, thank goodness. Let’s hope for a calmer and more settled winter.

Now this wouldn’t be much of the usual blog I produce if I didn’t mention where we’ve been out to eat recently, would it?! Well, on the recommendation of quite a few people we headed out for lunch recently to a restaurant called El Don, set in an industrial estate in the nearby town of Aspe. Before some of you query what a restaurant is doing in an industrial estate, it’s quite normal here! There are great units available to let, it’s very convenient for those who are working in the vicinity, and parking is a doddle.

El Don is a family concern, and on the day we went, there was Elana, her husband (who does the cooking) and her brother all in attendance. They are known for their big platters of barbequed meats including pork, chicken, sausage, chorizo, along with chips, salad, crusty bread, various dips, and their own blends of five different kinds of salts!

Well let me just tell you that the food was just fantastic! Flame grilled meats, so tender, brilliant breads and salads, all so tasty. I was really taken with their home-blended salts, and was lucky enough to receive a sample of each as a gift!

We will most certainly be back before very long.

At the minute it seems that life is one long round of little home projects that need doing, interspaced with medical appointments. Peter has been to hospital to have two little basal cell carcinomas removed. One was already done before, but the surgeon wanted to make sure it was okay so he chopped out a bit more. That should hopefully be the end of the matter. I’ve had to play nurse again, changing the dressings every day. The stitches are now out and everything looks grand.

As for me, I am so NOT used to being unwell that it makes me a very bad patient. I’ve had some really annoying breathing problems which means I can only walk about 50m before needing to stop and catch my breath. I had an angiogram done – worst thing ever! It took two hours and was seriously far more painful than giving birth. If they ever want to do another one they’ll need to give me a general anaesthetic first. Anyhow, the upshot was that my heart seems to be fine. That is a relief, given that my mother had a heart attack, her brother had a heart attack, my paternal grandmother died from one as did my Dad. So, the next round of exciting investigations was to do with my lungs. Now, my Mum died from lung cancer, and even though I stopped smoking more than 15 years ago it was hanging around in the back of my mind as a bit of a worry. Well after various scans, X-rays and MRIs, and something right up my nose (dear goodness that was horrible, I thought I was going to be sick in front of people!) it turns out I don’t have lung cancer, and I don’t have COPD. What I do have is chronic asthma, and it’s entirely manageable and I’m very, very happy with that. Now that the fierce summer heat has left us I’ll be back on my exercise bike on the terrace clocking up the kilometres and hopefully doing the old lungs some good.

To celebrate the fact that I’m not actually dying (I’m really not joking, I was seriously worried for a while) I was treated to lunch at one of our favourite restaurants in the city, the Mercado de Correos. Fabulous place, with amazing variety of foods, from Chinese, to traditional Murcian, from seafood to grilled meats, from brochettas to pulled meats in bao buns, from full courses to tapas, all delicious. I have written about this place before, as we like it so much! All along the sides are little stations serving the food, so you can choose anything and have it brought to your table. Spot the happy chap waiting for a beer to enjoy with his food!

They also have the most delightful patisserie, so of course we had to choose as few little cakes to bring home. One of them didn’t make it as far as the house – I made the mistake of driving so the husband managed to eat one straight from the box on the way back!

I think we’re now both finished with the medical stuff for a while, as my next two review appointments are April and September 2026, so we can relax into winter and enjoy ourselves, even if it is at a slower walking pace!

Oh, but speaking of medical stuff, I love that when we’re in the health centre waiting to be seen, everyone who rolls up, without exception, looks at every single person waiting, and with a big smile says either “hola” or “buenos dias”. It’s so polite and also so very friendly.

When Tom and Carmel were here we were able to take them to see a cooperative wine bodega in the Jumilla valley, the Bodegas Almazara BSI winery, which is a famous wine-producing area near to us. This bodega works in partnership with producers and retailers, and was an extremely interesting tour. It’s the biggest bodega we’ve ever been to, and was just fascinating.

I couldn’t get over the size of some of the barrels used to store the wines – here’s Peter beside one, and remember he’s 6’3″ so these things are huge!

Our guide was Victoria, whose command of English was excellent, and whose knowledge of the bodega was first class- and she made it all very, very interesting. She was accompanied by Maria José, and when the main tour was over were treated to sampling red and rosé wines, as well as their utterly delicious olive oil. To accompany the drinks, we had plates of beautiful cold meats and cheeses, and gorgeous fresh crusty bread. No need for lunch after that feast! And no, I wasn’t able to sample any of the wines, as I was driving, but I have to say the bread dipped in olive oil was fabulous, and we came away with quite a few bottles!

That’s not the clearest photo in the world but I think you can tell we had a great time! There are many worse ways to spend a Sunday morning…and via Groupon the whole thing cost €18.74 in total for the four of us – bargain!

One of the things I still find difficult to get used to here, even after 17 years, is that almost everything closes down in the afternoons, at 2pm, not opening again until around 5pm. I get caught out now and again when I might need a specific shop or garage or whatever, and then remember they won’t be open until later. Restaurants, bars and supermarkets stay open, of course. In fact, I find the best time to do a grocery shop is around 3pm as most of the population is living it up at home with big relaxing lunches, meaning there’s no crowds to push through with a shopping trolley! Saturdays are another thing altogether. I used to love Saturday afternoons at home when we could indulge in a bit of shopping, meet with riends for coffee, and the towns were generally very busy. Here, anything that closes at siesta time, ie, 2pm on a Saturday, doesn’t open again until Monday. Very different!

Oh I have to tell you about an interesting encounter Peter had recently in town. He was having a coffee when a fairly bedraggled man asked him if he wanted to buy a razor for a euro – he produced a couple of wrapped razors. Peter declined but bought him a beer which is really what the chap was after in the first place. The man then produced some cannabis resin and asked Peter if he wanted to buy it! No harrassment, no rudeness, no threatening behaviour, the chap just wanted a beer, which Peter bought for him, and I believe he also treated the man to a card trick or two!

That’s about it for this time, I shall try to be a bit more on time in future! I’ll leave you with my poem written in honour of my maternal grandfather, to remember Poppy Day.

                      “Did we die well?” those soldiers say

                       Their bones still resting where they lay

                       “Will you recall the price to pay?”

                         They knew when they had gone away

                         That most would die in fields of clay.

                         And looking up, to skies of grey

                         And here below in screaming fray

                         Are boys and men, all forced to slay

                         To fight the fight that others say.

                          Let guns be silent now, we pray

                          Around the world on Poppy Day.