Up in Ourense, the guy who heads the Provincial government has put forward a proposal to lay off 32 civil servants, the first such development in Galicia. The irony is is that many of the bureaucrats will have been taken on by his infamous father, who was revered as a political baron. If I recall correctly he had as many as 27 of his relatives on the books.
Cerebrally
speaking, I'd have to say that pigeons seem to have, well, a bird
brain. Or at least one of them anyway. The one I hit on the head
today with a laminated menu and came back for more. Twice. I almost
gave it something out of admiration for its persistence.
Alerted
by the protest banners hanging from several balconies, I've
discovered there are plans to build a crematorium on the edge of
Pontevedra's old quarter. Pretty close to the Parador. Which looks
like a masterpiece of planning to me. Still, as it'll be built on the
riverfront, I'll be able to see it from my eyrie on the hillside. And
I thought it was a smokeless zone.
Which
reminds me, a total of 7 Paradors are being shut down nationwide, 2
of them in Galicia – Ferrol and Verín.
In
Dickens' Bleak House, there's a legal case – Jarndyce v.
Jarndyce – which has been going on for years when the book
opens and is still grinding on when it closes. It was based on the
real case of Jennens v. Jennens, which had already been going
on for 55 years when the book was published and, incredibly, continued for another
63 years. It only stopped when the estate's moneys were exhausted.
And I talk about the lethargic pace of the Spanish justice system.
Sometimes
coincidences are hard to credit. In the British media over the last
two days there's been criticism of the non-caring attitudes of nurses
in the National Health System. At the same time, a friend has written
to tell me that, during her stay in Pontevedra's main hospital, the
staff were wonderful,
competent, and CARING. I have so much praise for them all, including
cleaning ladies, nurses, helpers, doctors, consultants the whole
bloody lot. Hard
to imagine a better testimonial.
Finally . . . The medicine parcels I sent to my daughter in the UK - The first one (not registered/certified) did actually arrive. But weeks after the second (certified) one. So, no one stole it. Just chucked it in a corner for 5 or 6 weeks. Odd.
Finally . . . The medicine parcels I sent to my daughter in the UK - The first one (not registered/certified) did actually arrive. But weeks after the second (certified) one. So, no one stole it. Just chucked it in a corner for 5 or 6 weeks. Odd.
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