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It’s 6th November, and today not only am I six weeks into my latest Spanish adventure, today I officially received my state pension. Bloody Hell, I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.
I’ve just returned from taking Buddy on our favourite walk around the golf course, and here is the date stamped proof that there is indeed not a cloud in the sky! And whilst fog brought much of the UK to a virtual standstill this week, Mr. Blue Sky is thankfully still rocking and rolling here on the Costa Blanca.
Though rather curiously, I am now sitting on my balcony writing this wearing shorts and…….woolly socks. I can’t remember if I told you I’m now officially a pensioner…….oh yes I did…..that accounts for it then
Do I feel guilty that I’m still in shorts and vest tops, whilst my nearest and dearest are in England wearing trusty leggings and a fleece? Do I heck!
But as well as enjoying the sunshine, life delivered more than a little surprise when several people colluded behind my back, and all was not what it seemed as I was given my 4th invitation, in as many weeks to a restaurant in our little village called Alquibler.
As much as I was looking forward to catching up with the very lovely Bev and Alex, looking at the same quite limited menu again for the 4th time in 4 weeks was …….well…you know what I’m trying to say and I did have a little moan and a groan in the car, as we were driving down to the restaurant.
However, as I walked in the door, imagine my surprise when there sat my youngest daughter Nic, and her man, and my two Grandsons! It was SUCH a shock, I had NO idea at all.
So there was lots of tears and laughter and I was lost for words for all of 5 minutes! In reality, I’d only seen her 4 weeks before when I left the UK, but it was such a fab surprise.
So I had a lovely few days with them, being treated to some nice meals and being spoilt, but the week went by really quickly and soon it was time for them to go home.
BUT, a few days later, my best male friend arrived. That’s the one you’ve known for a million years, but you’ve NEVER been more than just good friends.
He knows me very well, and arrived with plenty of books and magazines, oh and even some perfume!
He battled with a cancelled Easyjet flight on Monday, but finally won the travelling war, after a tortuous coach journey in thick fog from Southend to Gatwick, where his delayed 7.00 am flight, finally took off at 1.30pm in the afternoon.
So, with all the food and drink I’ve consumed over the last couple of weeks, now I find my skinny jeans have mysteriously shrunk in the wash, without even having been IN the wash.
I suppose I’ll have to find something else to go with my State Pension shawl and Velcro slippers….
Read more about my Spanish adventure http://www.hellosixty.com/the-essex-girls-spanish-car-boot-sale/