Well what a day today has been....we have a member of the comunity who is fighting mad. She has come to the end of her tether regarding CLARA and her disreputable tenants. Enough is enough was the war cry.
Rubbish strewn everywhere, stolen cars brought on to Mi-Sol and striped down, loud music emanating from windows, doors and cars at all hours of the day and night. Scrap metal everywhere you look....well this is the norm for the area around Clara's properties and her tenants. (Definitely not nice!)
This morning, the lady in question got up.....lovely sunny morning....hold on...."what's that smell?"
looked over her gate and a bag of smelly, rotten fish had been dumped at the edge of the alleyway!!!!
So, rally the troops and several of us hot footed it down to the Guardia Civil to denounce this dastarly behaviour. The wind was taken out of our sails somewhat when the Guardia in charge said "Now, now (not really) you must make an appointment. So, our heroine smiled sweetly and made the appointment for tomorrow (Thursday). To cut a long story short, the policeman did us a favour, as more people have come forward, ready to support the cause..(I do like to make it sound dramatic). So...several photocopies of passports, writing of letters etc. etc. our heroine now has more ammunition with which to fight for the cause. (well!, she is Irish)
There was another (yes, I know you didn't know there had already been one) committee meeting today at 2.30....we will wait and see how long it will be before any minutes are published in the office and on the blog.
The site is looking quite scruffy again, maybe it's the weather or the straggly weeds everywhere. The trees have had another trim.
Mi-Sol is looking as if it needs a lot of tender lovin' care, any volunteers????
signing off for now keep warm......and keep laughing
I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
A) 1 litre of 2% fat reduced milk
B) Dozen fresh eggs
C) 250ml bottle of orange juice
D) a head of lettuce
E) 500 gm jar of coffee
F) 250 gm pack of bacon
As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I
placed the items in front of the cashier.
While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, 'You must be single..'
I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since I indeed had
never found Mr. Right.
I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have
tipped off the drunk to my marital status.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I said , 'Yes you are correct, but how on earth did you know that?'
The drunk replied, 'Cause you're ugly.
NO......I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT YOU xoxoxoxo
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