I touched yesterday on municipal corruption. The latest celebrity case centres on a place called Ciempozuelos, on the outskirts of Madrid. Here, the ex-mayor has been found to have a mere 30 gold pens in a deposit box. Obviously getting ready to write his memoirs. Hopefully from a prison cell. Though I wouldn’t count on it.

Our local politicians, too, are doing their utmost to compete with their colleagues down on the more-advanced south and east coasts. In Nigran, the mayor and 5 council members have been charged with selling information that allowed the directors of Vigo’s Celta football club to reap a massive financial harvest when land was re-designated ‘edificable’.

Still in Vigo, a resident there is being prosecuted for throwing a gas cylinder off his balcony in the general direction of nocturnal revellers who, as is customary, were showing not the slightest concern for anyone’s need for sleep. His defence – which seems totally acceptable to me – is that, if he’d wanted to hurt anyone, he’d have waited until they were under his window. I hope he becomes a popular hero.

Here on the Galician coast, we seem to have finally reached the end of a month of gloriously sunny weather. This coincides with news that global warming will mean we’ll be getting the same amount of rain but over fewer days. All in all, I think we can be forgiven for a bit of ambivalence towards this phenomenon.