Bonterra Park 9th June 2009
Well we finally have satellite TV. As previously mentioned I had brought a 0.3 m dish, definitely no go. See that one behind the tree is a 1.6 m dish and it belongs to Colin who also owns that monster he is cleaning, as you can see. It’s a “Magellan” and has on of those “smart” cars on a trailer. It has three slide outs which manage to fit between the trees. It’s about 9 tons and 10 m
long, costs well over £150K I believe. Anyway he says “you could probably hook up to my dish if you have a long enough cable. Quickly down to local bazaar, local cheap shops run by Asian families (does nothing change), who sell just about everything. 80m of cable later and Bob’s your parent’s brother and we are watching over a thousand channels.
Now one of the things we were not going to miss is all the bad news of what was going on when we left. It’s STILL going on! MP’s expenses, Brown’s charisma bypass, house prices, swine flu..etc. So within 10 minutes I am shouting at the TV. I’ve already been shouting at the computer whist reading the papers via internet.
So it’s just like being at home again and we decided to go back to watching DVDs. Tonight it will be “I was Monty’s double” with John Mills in B&W, yes it’s getting that desperate. Send some please, address to follow.
Went for a bike ride and decided to spice things up and let Tricia lead, so I asked her how far she wanted to go. (no please) “About 8 miles”, “OK, just through the town and turn left at the place we did the other day”. Now for 8 miles it’s not really worth sliding my lycra (calm down Pat) shorts over my now shaved thighs (all us true cyclists do it you know), so I thought “Give her enough rope”.
4 miles later, “Do we turn here?”, “What do you think?” “Er…er”. “Look pet; if we turn there we will be back to the MS in 10 minutes” (by fast car mind) “OK”
6 miles later. “Is that Carrefore?” “Yep”, “So this is Castellon?” “Yep”
“You bastard!” Round trip 23 miles, I thank you! (She did enjoy it really)
During the ride Tricia kept stopping and “adjusting herself”; after a while I asked her what was going on. “Well, I think (think?) I’m wearing a pair of knickers that are a bit too big and they are really getting in a bit of a twist”. Whilst this “adjustment” went on a number of times and we were out in the sticks is OK, unzipping your shorts outside Carrefore and having a rake around was not what I would call the height of modesty. Highlighted by the sight, and sounds, of a Spanish cyclist riding into a bus stop.
Bye the way, for those out there who know Tricia (not in the biblical sense!), she has been suffering from ME (that’s Myalgic Encephalopathy, not me, then again could be right) for 12 years or so. So, we were both worried that she would “come over all funny” because any excessive physical exertions bring it on. So the cycle riding was a bit of a worry. Turns out no problemo baby and she has perked up all round, well not THAT perked up.
Something funny though, she said to me the other day “Have you seen that young Spaniard who delivers the water? He’s got a gorgeous six pack”, when I asked her “Was it Stella or Heineken?” she just gave me a blank look? Women! What do I know?
Wash day yesterday and since it was the turn of “the sheets” we had to use the machines in the laundry on site. €3 for 5 kgs of dry wash. Lifts up laundry basket, “That’s about 10 kgs, 2 washes, Pet”.
Now as an ex-Posty, we were always been told “No more than 16 Kgs in those pouches!” I’ve seen Postmen, and Postwomen, staggering to their bikes and barely able to lift them on to the tray at the front. Up steps a manager “Did you weigh that pouch?”, “Of course, exactly 15.9 Kgs”. “Er, but our scales measure only in even increments (true), so how come 15.9, ha-ha got you there!” “I guessed the other bit” (The “other bit” probably being about 6 or 7 Kgs) “Or well that’s all right then, off you go”.
So relying on me to guess is probably not a sure bet at the best of times. Result was that it took 2 goes at €3/go and a call to a washing machine mechanic, to figure out that “we” had put too much in. Also found out that the “once a day sun protector” called Piz Buin (and costs the bloody earth for a thimble full!) is more likely to be “once a week” because although Tricia always showers after she has been “cleaning her bike” (she previous post); her side of the white sheets were now, in fact, cream.
BBQ tonight, two enormous half chickens that we will have with salad and a nice dry white wine, after which; “Monty’s double”.
P.S. Stuart, your comment worked OK and thanks for the books and support (it will be back next Tuesday thoroughly cleaned and mended).
Well we finally have satellite TV. As previously mentioned I had brought a 0.3 m dish, definitely no go. See that one behind the tree is a 1.6 m dish and it belongs to Colin who also owns that monster he is cleaning, as you can see. It’s a “Magellan” and has on of those “smart” cars on a trailer. It has three slide outs which manage to fit between the trees. It’s about 9 tons and 10 m
long, costs well over £150K I believe. Anyway he says “you could probably hook up to my dish if you have a long enough cable. Quickly down to local bazaar, local cheap shops run by Asian families (does nothing change), who sell just about everything. 80m of cable later and Bob’s your parent’s brother and we are watching over a thousand channels.Now one of the things we were not going to miss is all the bad news of what was going on when we left. It’s STILL going on! MP’s expenses, Brown’s charisma bypass, house prices, swine flu..etc. So within 10 minutes I am shouting at the TV. I’ve already been shouting at the computer whist reading the papers via internet.
So it’s just like being at home again and we decided to go back to watching DVDs. Tonight it will be “I was Monty’s double” with John Mills in B&W, yes it’s getting that desperate. Send some please, address to follow.
Went for a bike ride and decided to spice things up and let Tricia lead, so I asked her how far she wanted to go. (no please) “About 8 miles”, “OK, just through the town and turn left at the place we did the other day”. Now for 8 miles it’s not really worth sliding my lycra (calm down Pat) shorts over my now shaved thighs (all us true cyclists do it you know), so I thought “Give her enough rope”.
4 miles later, “Do we turn here?”, “What do you think?” “Er…er”. “Look pet; if we turn there we will be back to the MS in 10 minutes” (by fast car mind) “OK”
6 miles later. “Is that Carrefore?” “Yep”, “So this is Castellon?” “Yep”
“You bastard!” Round trip 23 miles, I thank you! (She did enjoy it really)
During the ride Tricia kept stopping and “adjusting herself”; after a while I asked her what was going on. “Well, I think (think?) I’m wearing a pair of knickers that are a bit too big and they are really getting in a bit of a twist”. Whilst this “adjustment” went on a number of times and we were out in the sticks is OK, unzipping your shorts outside Carrefore and having a rake around was not what I would call the height of modesty. Highlighted by the sight, and sounds, of a Spanish cyclist riding into a bus stop.
Bye the way, for those out there who know Tricia (not in the biblical sense!), she has been suffering from ME (that’s Myalgic Encephalopathy, not me, then again could be right) for 12 years or so. So, we were both worried that she would “come over all funny” because any excessive physical exertions bring it on. So the cycle riding was a bit of a worry. Turns out no problemo baby and she has perked up all round, well not THAT perked up.
Something funny though, she said to me the other day “Have you seen that young Spaniard who delivers the water? He’s got a gorgeous six pack”, when I asked her “Was it Stella or Heineken?” she just gave me a blank look? Women! What do I know?
Wash day yesterday and since it was the turn of “the sheets” we had to use the machines in the laundry on site. €3 for 5 kgs of dry wash. Lifts up laundry basket, “That’s about 10 kgs, 2 washes, Pet”.
Now as an ex-Posty, we were always been told “No more than 16 Kgs in those pouches!” I’ve seen Postmen, and Postwomen, staggering to their bikes and barely able to lift them on to the tray at the front. Up steps a manager “Did you weigh that pouch?”, “Of course, exactly 15.9 Kgs”. “Er, but our scales measure only in even increments (true), so how come 15.9, ha-ha got you there!” “I guessed the other bit” (The “other bit” probably being about 6 or 7 Kgs) “Or well that’s all right then, off you go”.
So relying on me to guess is probably not a sure bet at the best of times. Result was that it took 2 goes at €3/go and a call to a washing machine mechanic, to figure out that “we” had put too much in. Also found out that the “once a day sun protector” called Piz Buin (and costs the bloody earth for a thimble full!) is more likely to be “once a week” because although Tricia always showers after she has been “cleaning her bike” (she previous post); her side of the white sheets were now, in fact, cream.
BBQ tonight, two enormous half chickens that we will have with salad and a nice dry white wine, after which; “Monty’s double”.
P.S. Stuart, your comment worked OK and thanks for the books and support (it will be back next Tuesday thoroughly cleaned and mended).
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