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We are disorientated.

We had a great drive to the airport yesterday as the sun rose - and as we left Spain it was C19 degrees.
When we arrived in the UK it was 1C degree with a biting wind. Thank goodness we had the coats we had in England before flying to Spain. I loved watching the fellows in t shirts rushjing across the tarmac. The car did not like sitting the car park for three weeks and just about atrted on first turn - and then needed warming up on the way home.
I cannot get used to so much room - in Spain we have one large living room. two bedrooms, a small kitchen and small bathroom. Suddenly we have all this space and I wander around. We cannot remember where we keep stuff here since we have got used to the cupboards in Spain.
And to cap it all, I thought I should give our other old car a run to warm it up when I went to get fish and chips ( our arrival home meal). No problem starting - went to the sop to order and then took the car to get a newspaper - coming back to pick up my order. I was in the fish and chip shop for maybe ten minutes and when I came out I saw I had left the lights on! Result - no battery - kaput. What to do? I have a meal to take home - the car won’t start - but I am on a hill - with just enough room to manoeuvre around the car in front while watching for traffic coming from behind - I had to get half out of the car to push it and then jump in - into gear - lift clutch - and away!!! SW.. knows nothing of this. I left it running for a time when I got home to charge up the battery - and it’s fine this morning.

Did I say disorientated??

Welcome home.

And something for Sunday

and some sad news - Terry Wogan - great broadcaster and professional Irishman who became more British than the British has died - will we ever know if that was a toupee he wore?

Last updated January 31, 2016