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 by John Clare
Spring at Last
Life is odd here in the Algarve. It has been a lovely day with the sun
shining almost all the time. There was a clear night, and the stars
were brilliant, then a splendid sunrise, and a mild bright morning;
wonderful! Just the weather to take mother for a ride, and a meal
somewhere nice. However, since I no longer have a mother I'm excused
the mothers' day ritual.
It was street market day in Ferragudo, and the population was out in
force. I guess it must have been the nicest sunday we've had all year.
Everyone was out celebrating, and making the most of the fine weather.
Let's hope it stays that way.
When I got home I measured the water level in the swimming pool. I was
going to clean it back in November, and do any minor repairs. There was
so little water in the bottom that the pump wouldn't pump it out. I put
it at about two inches, or about 6 centimetres.
It has been raining almost non-stop ever since. We have had 37 inches,
or 94 centimeters over a period of three months. That's more than two
years' supply, and more than we used to get in 18 months in London.
Wow! What's going on? Where is it all coming from? The sun has to be
sucking it up from the sea somewhere, but where?
Anyway, it's finally stopped. However, when we got back from the market
we found the electricity was down. I do have a laptop, so I can work
from the battery, but this trusty machine is now over three years old
and the battery is not so hot, so I generally plug it in to an inverter
when I'm out in the car.
So, here I am, back home, and I'm sitting in the car in the garden
typing this. Actually, it is seriously warm in the car, so maybe I will
stay here for a while to save me lighting a fire indoors.
I cant make up my mind whether my life is nice and interesting or
vaguely ridiculous. Whoever thought one would run a major property
website from a car in the garden?
Now, what idiocy is in store for tomorrow?
john
14 March 2010
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