The Spanish king is
handing over to the Pope the responsibility for appointing bishops.
Not before time. Anything which promotes the separation of Church and
State has to be a good thing, even if 200 years late.
The headline to an
article in El País yesterday: In Spain, we don't know whether the
paths we are taking are leading to Copenhagen or Caracas.
And a lovely comment:
Ex-presidents are like Chinese vases. Every house has to have one but
no one knows where to put it. This reflects the fact that we're now
in full pre-election mode and both the conservative and socialist
ex-presidents have jumped onto the stage. At this point, it looks
like more trouble is being created for the PP party by Sr Aznar,
who's asking the current president, Sr Rajoy, where the hell the
party is going and whether it really wants to win the elections.
Helpful. Meanwhile the (newish) leader of the socialists is said - like Ed
Miliband - to be fighting off attempts to dump him.
And good cartoon . .
. This one relates to a long-running PP party corruption scandal, in
which the ex-Treasurer has been released from prison on bail, pending
his (eventual) trial. He's pictured flying out of his cell and 2
onlookers are commenting on this (convenient) event:
Look. He's flying as free
as a bird.
Yes, provided he
doesn't sing.
Two little Spanish
vignettes in town yesterday. The first occurred in a supermarket,
when a woman insisted I go ahead of her with my one item, even though
she only had about 10 herself and I was happy to wait. The second was
in a pharmacy, where one of the ladies there is always remarkably
brown in summer and still pretty tanned in winter. I'd previously
thought about mentioning this but had thought better of it. But this
time I did and she responded with laughter and a bit of a chat. I can
imagine the first of these events taking place in the UK and
elsewhere but not the second. If I made a similar comment to a girl
young enough to be my daughter in Liverpool, I'd fear having my eyeballs lasered
by a withering look. Or even arrest for harassment. Or am I being
paranoid? On second thoughts, Liverpool is possibly the only city in Britain where I could get away with it.
Going back into town
for dinner, I passed a woman wearing what looked like a short gabardine
mac, from which were dangling 8 fox tails. It was impossible to say
whether they were real or faux but there's no aversion to fur here
in Pontevedra. In fact, we're approaching the season when they're
worn even if the temperature is 20 degrees. Needs must. See here for something I wrote years ago on this.
When I was depressed in
2011, I suffered a number of delusions, some of them minor and some
of them not. One of the former was that the cords of my blinds were
filthy and that I'd never be able to sell my house because of this.
Not that I was planning to do so but delusions admit of no logic.
Anyway, I thought of this yesterday when I read about cleaning cords
with a mixture of bleach and water. And since mine are still dirty,
I'm going to give it a go.
Finally . . . Reader
Paideleo has kindly advised that my yellow flowers are vinagrillos
and that they taste, logically, of vinegar when you suck the stems.
I'll let you know. If I can find a gullible child. Perhaps I'll just
sniff them.
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