This is a token post as my laptop battery finally gave up the ghost, as I was about to publish, and I have lost my draft. I did try to replace it last week but ran into the problem of August in Spain
Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly loveable
– Christopher Howse: ‘A Pilgrim in Spain’
A UK overview: People are dying now because they can’t see their GP or get treatment in a hospital. We had a wartime economy for a threat that was killing approximately 0.3% of the population. But lockdown will, in the end, kill many more than 0.3%. More lives would have been saved if we had done absolutely nothing and kept working and going to the pub.
Cosas de España/Galiza
The never-ending story . . . A Spanish friend told me yesterday that drivers here never signal left. I know this isn’t totally true but rather wish it was. This morning, a driver in front of me on a roundabout signalled left even when he/she was exiting right. And then, as is quite common, started signalling right after they’d left the roundabout.
There are some very odd festivals in Spain but the annual Tomatina must be among the weirdest . . .
The forecasted rain of the last few days didn’t really arrive and now we have a cyclone – possibly turning into a hurricane – from Tuesday next.
Hmmm. There are ructions there, as one of the national football team is accused of paying for a curse to be put on one of his colleagues, the star player.
Finally . . .
Here there should a be a foto of a T-shirt showing a marijuana plant with a message superimposed saying Relax. Colin is here. No idea why. Maybe tomorrow.