Rubí Donkey writs her Rubí Tuesday blogue…
…On a Wedensday, becuse our Peasant has been hoggin the bloggin due to his self-portant ‘Walkin Out of the World’ virtule pigrimnage.
Well, if the Peasant wants to walk out of any worlds, he should at least see if there will be any customs charges for sendin parcels to him, as we’ve recently found out with Christmas puddins wot get sended from Wales to El Parral in Alicante and end up costin 36.50 euros in customs charges when there wasn’t even any cream to go with the puddin !
But I really don’t think the Peasant should be callin Doris Johnson all those rood words, if he calls himself a proper Christian hermit.
Anyways, I haven’t got time to writ much today, since the Peasant wants the Internet back to do more writtins and annoyin people in the USA with culture wars and stuff, and rallyin the troops to support Pope Francis, and that kind of pointless waste of a sunny afternoon.
But I wanted to share these pichers of the valley that we got from Compass West becuse they is quit amazin. The one above shows where we are in El Parral, but also you can see all the coast down to Alicante so it gives you an idea where we are.
“The context,” said Morris.
I just kicked Morris. I wish he wouldn’t use stupid words. Anyway, as I was sayin, it shows you where we are. Here is another picher from Compass West, showin where El Parral is, with bigly mountins around us.
“The wider context,” said Morris. “The Peasant likes to look at all these rocks and say, ‘Once these caves were filled with Neolithic people, who were the very first farmers in Alicante.’ And he goes all misty.”
I kicked Morris again.
“Well the Neolithic farmers didn’t teach our Peasant very much, did they? Misty or not, he still hasn’t managed to grow any bloody carrots here in El Parral! Waste of money on carrot seeds, if you ask me.”