Well,
I went for my appointment with the doctor yesterday. This, as some
may recall, was a replacement for that of 2 weeks ago which couldn't
happen because he'd gone off on holiday. On the advice of the
receptionist, I'd made an appointment for his 2nd day back from said
holiday - since this would be less busy than the first. And I got to the medical centre 10 minutes in advance of my
16.02(sic) slot. And there I waited until 17.35, or more than an hour
and a half. When I finally got to see him, the doctor took a copy
of the February analysis details I'd already given him in April and
entered them - again? - in the computer. After which he told me
everything was fine and I should keep taking the pills. Fortunately,
unlike everyone else in the crowded waiting room, I'd taken something
to read. So it wasn't a complete waste of time. But, then, neither was it very efficient.
A
mayor of some municipality in Madrid has been caught out making
homophobic remarks on Twitter. He's issued the classic all-purpose
Spanish apology, which makes it sound like just a case of excess
sensitivity and offers no evidence he's aware of what he's done or
thinks it's wrong - "I apologise if I offended people's
sensibilities."
I've
mentioned that my neighbour, the lovely Ester, gets discounts at
various places because she has a familia numerosa, which is 3
kids or more. One of Spain's smaller parties, the UpyD, has now
proposed extending this largesse to single parent families with just
2 kids. Which is going to make me feel even more excluded. I wonder
if they'd check whether my two daughters still live with me.
Sometimes
it's hard to believe that companies do any research at all before
they promote their products. There were 2 fliers in my mailbox
yesterday. One was for central heating oil, delivered at the very
moment natural gas pipes are being (noisily) installed in the street.
The other was for an estate agent(realtor), telling me that Galicia
is a wonderful place and encouraging me to visit it.
A
new word to me - Pescatarian: Someone whose diet includes
seafood but no meat. I'm not sure I can see the logic of this but
everyone to his own, I guess. Anyway, they'd be pretty much at home
in any of the tapas bars or restaurants of Galicia.
Our
superb weather continues, with today being the 48th day in a row the
sun has risen in a clear sky over the eastern hills. But autumn and
winter can't be far way and the first harbinger of them appeared in
my garden this morning - a robin. I'm no expert in birdsong but I'm
pretty sure its melody was plaintive, as it asked why on
earth the temperature was so much higher than normal.
Finally
. . . It's my custom to play a CD when I'm shaving, showering and
dressing. On Sundays I bow in the direction of religion by putting on
Mozart's Great Mass in C minor. But last weekend I decided to ring a
change and play his Requiem. However, I couldn't put my hand
on it and so I went with the Mass. Fifteen minutes later I
switched on my car radio to hear . . . yes, you've guessed it,
Chopin's Preludes. No, it was Mozart's Requiem. Quite a
coincidence, I thought. As was the fact BBC Radio 3 started playing
Vivaldi's Gloria as I was typing this. I suppose.
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