Of cafés and wi-fi and things. One of those days . . .
09.00: Switch on laptop in a café in the north of the city. Await waitress. Waitress arrives and takes my order for coffee. Struggle with connection for several minutes. Switch off and on.
09.10: Go to the bar to seek the security code in case this is the problem. Waitress now tells me the wi-fi isn’t working.
09.15: Pay for pointless coffee and go in search of alternative wi-fi café.
09.25: Find one and take the precaution of asking whether the wi-fi is working. Receive the answer that it is. Order a bottle of water.
09.30: Decide the wi-fi isn’t working and mention this to the waitress. “Funny, “she says. “It was working yesterday.”
09.31: Reflect on the fact that no one has said “Sorry” so far this morning. Or anything remotely resembling it.
10.00: Arrive at house in the hills to await delivery of washing machine promised for “first thing”.
13.00: Call Carrefour to ask where it is. “Funny”, they say. “It should have been there first thing”.
13.30: Get message to say the truck is not far away and should be there by two o’clock.
15.00: Call man on truck, who says they’ll be there immediately
16.00: Truck finally arrives. Washing machine successfully installed.
17.30: Go to the station to await friend arriving from Santiago by train and finally find a wi-fi connection that’s working.
19.00: Friend calls to say he got the bus from Santiago and is now waiting outside my house.
20.00: Go to dinner with friend, who asks why the Spanish around him are as noisy as he and his colleagues in Ireland need many drinks to achieve.
20.01: Admit that I have no explanation for this. Or, indeed, for anything that’s happened today.
Other than ‘Spain is different’, of course.
23.55: Worse for wear, write and post pathetic blog and go to bed.