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Friday, July 08, 2016

Ponters Gripes: 8.7.16


Spanish Law: It seems that there's a statute on the books which allows a Spanish neighbour to enter the garden of an Englishman and do whatever she likes there. Whereas, the Englishman is forbidden from reciprocating or even from doing what he wants to do in his own garden.

I'm forced to this conclusion by the fact that, when I went away on a camino and, foolishly, left keys with the lovely Ester, she arranged for our joint hedge to be ripped out.

This is what my hedge with the lovely Amparo looks like:


And this is what my hedge with Ester now looks like.



To add insult to injury . . . Upon my return, Ester 'asked' me to shift a BBQ from the side of my house, as it was spoiling the view from their side window. I retorted that, if she hadn't ripped out the hedge, they wouldn't be able to see it. And I put another (old, rusty)BBQ alongside it.

Anyway, the theory is that I will now (re)plant ivy and all will be fine in a couple of months. Or years. The problem with this is that Ester left in the ground the roots of the very thing which outgrew the ivy and which, she claimed, was damaging her garden wall. 



And this grows faster than eucalyptus even. Perhaps the only thing that shoots up faster is the bloody passion flower that my elder daughter planted a few years ago and which has now spread to both the front and the back gardens. As you can imagine, I am not a happy camper and I will checking out the existence of this statute at a BBQ tomorrow with 3 lawyer guests. In front of the lovely Ester.

Finally . . . First come, first served: My sister and my niece are visiting me. They both like to cook and I very much enjoy eating what they make. But there's a downside; I'm forced to buy things I'll never use again: So, here's a list of a few of the things that are going free at my place:-
  • Red wine vinegar
  • Nutmeg
  • Walnuts
  • Freezer bags
  • Rubber gloves
  • Spray disinfectant
  • Sesame seeds
  • Cheese
  • Eggs
  • Instant bloody coffee("Italian")
Of course, the one thing I don't now have a surplus of is washing up liquid. They drink this, apparently.

To state the obvious  . . . I am not happy with the women near me this week . . . .

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