Sexism: A woman on British TV posed the very modern question: When does a complement about a woman become sexism. I don't know about the UK but I suspect the Spanish answer is Nunca. Or Never.
Driving in Spain: As readers will know, it pays to be vigilant here. I've just read a report of a driver who was extremely drunk at the wheel. And driving down the wrong side of an autovia. On only 3 wheels. . . . On early Sunday morning, after a night on the tiles. Details here. Including a police video.
Renting out Properties: Whether you're a non-resident foreigner or a Spaniard with one or more empty properties, it's getting harder and harder to stay within the (inevitably) counter-commerce law and to meet your taxation obligations. Getting due income tax is, of course, a legitimate state aim. Protecting the hotel industry from fair competition surely isn't. The Spanish state, though, tends to regard anything threatening the monopolies of its friends as competencia desleal. Unfair(disloyal!) competition.
University: When I went, I was among only 7% of the population who did this. And, back then, only 1 to 2% of students got a first class degree. Now, a vastly greater percentage get to uni and more than 25% get the top degree. Obviously, kids are a lot cleverer these days.
Wolf at the Door: It does happen. To the detriment of small dogs. See here. I'm a great admirer of wolves but not fond of small dogs. So I'm a tad ambivalent about this report.
THE CORRUPTION CAVALCADE
Ex-leader of Estepona town hall Antonio Barrientos will give evidence on December 1 over alleged crimes including money laundering, embezzlement and bribery while he was in power. See here for more.
Breakfast: I dislike supermarket shopping and postpone it to the extreme. One result is that I occasionally have nothing at all to eat of a morning. Today, though, I realised I had flour and milk and could make pancakes. I didn't bother to check qunatities, so my first attempt was more like a blanket than a pancake:-
My second attempt - with a diluted mix - was a total disaster . . .
But this didn't matter as, by this time, having sprinkled sugar and sprayed lemon juice on the first one, I'd enjoyed it and couldn't contemplate eating for the rest of the day . . .