Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly loveable.
- Christopher Howse: A Pilgrim in Spain.
By the time this is posted I'll be driving to Portsmouth, stopping off for lunch with friends in Winchester.
Since my laptop died a coupe of days ago, I've been using my daughter's Mac Air. The one with the faulty keyboard. And the compensatory plug-in USB keyboard that I bought in early December. This has been marginally better than using my phone but the latter is what I'll have to use until I get back home and can buy the new laptop I've been saving up for the last year or more. Pretty old fashioned, me. T|his is all a prelude to me advising that this post, and a few more, will be short. Or, if the wifi on the boat is as bad as usual, non-existent.
The good news is that I'd backed up my laptop to an external hard disk, though not for a couple of weeks. Despite reminding myself to do so. The bad news is that the external disk seems to have all my applications but none of my files and documents. Possibly because I didn't 'partition' the disk. Whatever that means. Any advice on this very welcome.
- I won't be to sorry to leave the January weather behind. Not that Galicia is much better this time of year. Almost as cold and damp.
- Today I had my first 'full English breakfast' of my 5 weeks in the UK, and partook of 'black pudding' for the first time in my life. This is blood sausage and is called morcilla in Spain, where I've studiously ignored its existence to date.
- This was in a cafe attached to an old folks' home - whatever they are called these days - and, in contrast to yesterday's lunch, remarkably cheap. I doubt they see many Catholic priests there.
- With the wind billowing its Andalucian sails, Vox makes more right wing demands
- Back to morcilla . . . A chap in Alloza, a remote village in Teruel province, has made a sausage which he says should be acceptable to vegans. The first step of the recipe is extracting 40ml of your own blood fresh from a vein. Whyever not? Food always needs new fashions.
- Classic Fartese: If this doesn’t work out, I’ll probably will do it, maybe definitely. You don't really need to know what.