Peter from Charquer 27, two kilometers up the valley, made a new sign to replace one that disappeared recently from the junction on the main road. He kindly made one for “El Parral” as well. Looks good.
As I said in the last blog post, it is going to be a bit slow for a while: now the new school year has begun I have to give my attention mainly to work for a while. However, it is now part-time work, three days a week, so I still have one foot in the holidays and one foot in work! Whenever I had a day off from school with some illness (usually a cold caught from snivelling children…) I spent much of the day looking at the clock thinking, “What are they doing now?” As I try to get accustomed to my new part-time routine, I can’t help thinking about the school day I’m missing.
I filled in the forms for the Pensions Agency and sent them off to Wolverhampton yesterday. After sending the important heavy brown envelope registered mail at Finestrat Correos, I had a coffee and a croissant jn a local bar to celebrate the occasion. Last year I couldn’t help thinking of that Beatles song “When I’m sixty-four.” It didn’t seem possible in Ibiza in the 1960s, when I listened to that song on my little transistor radio, that I would ever reach such an age. Now friends say to me, “I can’t believe you’re sixty-five.”
Oh well, I just hope the Pensions Agency believes me…