The weather changed, tormentas loud and crashing roared angrily in all corners of the island, sending the tourists running to the city to spend their money instead of crisping their skin. The rivers created after a build up of weeks and weeks, rushed through the land in great torrents. Anoraks and sandbags were needed. Well, maybe not sandbags but it was close.
Hours are spent in the car driving the girls to school. Mummy's language is allowed to be as blue as it likes from 7.45 am -9 am, and the same on the way home. We roar with laughter at the filth that comes out of my mouth and delight in shouting all the Spanish swear words we know as well. The radio helps, no censoring of the summer tunes here, the F-bomb being regularly dropped much to my kids delight. I kinda love it as well. But I drive with all my might and concentration as the amount of accidents is disturbing, pulling out in front of you and nipping in before you is a public sport. Gilipollas.
The car passed its ITV (MOT) after tension and troubles. I have never been so pleased to place that goddamn little yellow sticker on my window and forget about it for another year. You have to be prepared to look stupid in another language. That I did. But I learnt, and next time will know what to do and the words for hazard lights, brakes and reverse lights.
And the horse fell over after hooly-ing around. And the Internet broke. And we had visitors for week which was glorious and hectic. And the cat puked on the freshly laundered duvet. And. And. And.
But today is heavenly. Paradise restored. Normality regained until the next time. A moments peace with only the parrot chirruping away and the cat snoring on my lap. The horses are fed and exercised, the house as clean as I can be bothered with, the children happy and learning. And breathe.
Autumn sun in winter coats