A Child al Confino

I have just finished reading 'A Child al Confino' (Click on the title to learn more) by Eric Lamet. A most enjoyable read about his life and experiences in the run up to the Second World War and his internment with his mother in Italy for the duration. I recommend this book.

Locked out!

It had been another hard day at work, Brian thought, and that is why he had left earlier than usual, as he once more suffered the uncomfortable journey through the evening commuter traffic, with the screeching windscreen wipers struggling to clear the rain away. In fact it had been one stressful week after another for the last two months. It has been a nightmare time he thought, with pressure both at work and at home.

He hadn't been sleeping too well with the result that the tiredness was building up within him. He hoped this hadn't affected his judgement in making the decisions he'd chosen to rectify both the problems, and subsequent taut atmosphere, at home and at work. The week-end break starting tomorrow would act as a barrier between the old and the new. Or was this a dream scenario and he was fooling himself. It couldn't get worse between him and Jane!

As he turned into his driveway he was surprised to see an old shabby transit van, that he didn't recognise, parked there. When his wife Jane had left abruptly for work, after their argument, that morning she hadn't mentioned that she would be home before him or that someone was coming to do some work. The lights were on in the house and he could hear music and voices. He didn't want company, there were bridges to mend.

He parked his car to the left of the van, close to the front door, so he wouldn't get too wet in the rain. He activated the central locking and alarm as he walked quickly to the front door of the house. As he put his Yale key into the lock of the door he thought the turn of it would unlock the door to the start of the new better future he had planned. But it wouldn't turn! He tried again but it wouldn't budge. He withdrew it to check it was the right one as sometimes he confused the office key with the house key. He'd got the right one so he tried again; but still it wouldn't turn.

Not worrying at that time he walked around to the rear of the house to go in through the kitchen door. He pushed the handle down to open it. It didn't open! It must be locked: but why if Jane was home he thought. He selected the bronze five lever key, on his key ring and inserted it into the lock and turned it anti-clockwise. He tried, but like the front door key episode, it didn't turn.

He was confused, why couldn't he get into his own home when he could see the lights were on behind the drawn curtains and the noise from inside showed that Jane was home. He shouted her name loudly after his knocking on the back door had failed to attract her attention. With still no Jane at the back door he decided to go around to the front of the house and try again. There was a gap in the curtains in the bay window of the lounge so he looked in to see if she was there.

Who was the scruffy stranger in his lounge, sitting on his new leather recliner, in dirty clothes, drinking one of his beers from the bottle, and watching his 52 inch surround sound television system. He couldn't see Jane, but she must be there as the man was talking to someone. Where was she and why was she letting this happen. Why was she home at this time, who was this man? Were his wild suspicions right that she was having an affair. Had he caught her out and this was her lover?

After trying the front door key again without success, knocking on the lounge window without a response from inside, Brian shouted “Jane” towards the house as loud as he could, and waited. No response from Jane, no response from within the house at all.

Brian was totally baffled as to what was happening. He did know that the rain had trickled from his wet hair, his shirt collar was wet and cold, and added to that it was starting to snow. He could feel the temperature falling just like the weather-lady had predicted. His stress level was rising in contrast. He put his hand in his pocket to fetch out his mobile telephone to ring Jane and put an end to this nightmare situation. It wasn't there, it must be in his holdall. His hand fumbled amongst the contents of the bag, but no mobile. “Bloody hell” he exclaimed realising he must have left it in the office.

He had had enough of this situation. He had realized that Jane had not been happy with him and his attitude in the last few weeks, and that she was angry this morning. But, there was no need to be spiteful, vindictive even, to bring her lover home, lock him out of his own home and ignore him. It was too much and had gone too far. He was tired, cold and wet.

He stepped back a few paces from the house, cupped his hands around his mouth to act as a megaphone, took a deep breath and shouted “Jane open up now; – Jane stop mucking about; – let me in” with all his might, as loud as he could.

He got two results from this; both totally unexpected.

The front door was thrown open. The large man that he had seen through the lounge curtains sitting in his favourite chair stood there blocking the entrance completely, and in a rough southern accent asked Brian, “What the bleeding hell do you want?”. Brian trying to appear calmer than he was and in a manner superior to that which he had been subjected to said “I'd like to get into my house. Who are you and what are you doing in my home?” He received the short reply “I fucking live here now, fuck off” as the front door was slammed shut in his face.

Almost simultaneously he heard Jane ask him, “Brian what's all the noise about; what are you shouting about? You'll disturb the neighbours.” as she walked quickly from the road into the driveway.

He was shocked to see her. He quickly explained what had happened, omitting, of course, his thoughts about her having a lover.

It was then that he realised every property owners worse nightmare, squatters had taken over his and Jane's home. During the last few months, they had read and listened to tales of problems other householders in the area had had with illegal squatters and getting them out of their properties. Brian wasn't going to accept this happening to him and Jane.

They quickly agreed their immediate action was to telephone the police to come and help them get the intruders out. Jane would have to do this on her mobile phone. Whilst she was telephoning the police Brian decided that another stronger direct approach was needed; he wasn't going to let the ignorant scum and his friends take over his home that easy. He'd worked hard for the house and everything in it and no low life was going to be allowed to take it away from him.

His stress level was increasing, the adrenaline was pumping, his temples were throbbing. He started shoulder barging the front door as hard as he could and continued until the door suddenly opened. He was about to go through the doorway until he saw the two men coming out, one carrying something wooden in his hand like a weapon that he intended to use. Brian stepped back quickly from the house suddenly fearful for his safety.

“I fucking told you we live here now and you're becoming a bleeding nuisance” said the man Brian had seen before, and who was continuing menacingly towards him, “Fuck off now if you know what's good for you”. With that the unknown bully said to his mate “Show him what will happen to him if he don't piss off Bill”. Bill swung the baseball bat that he had in his hand slowly in a large circle and brought it down hard on the bonnet of Brian's car.

This shocked Brian to the core and as he stepped back to get further away from the men he stumbled, slipped on the snow and fell to the ground. The men continued towards him. Bill was twirling the bat like a cheerleader's baton. Brian couldn't get up. Was he to be next to feel a blow from Bill's bat?

The car's alarm suddenly activated, with the lights flashing and the horn continually sounding off beep..beep..beep..beep. . . Brian was suddenly aware that he could feel Jane repeatedly tugging strongly on his arm, trying to help pull him away to safety, but she couldn't and started shouting at him, “Brian...Brian...get up Brian!”

“Will you turn that dam alarm off—it's time to get up or you'll be late for work—and it's my day off!”

Garden Rubbish Container Fire

This morning there was a fire in the garden rubbish container close to our house and next to the boundary wall of the finca. The owner of the property has a water supply close to location and acted quickly as a bombero trying to douse the fire.

His action seemed to have been successful but the embers continued smouldering within the rubbish and the fire re-ignited.

The emergency services having been called, the Policia Local arrived in force, two vehicles and five officers, a little over the top, followed shortly by the members of the Cuerpo de Bomberos, two of who efficiently dealt with the problem,.




You'll notice in the video the gentleman in the white trousers and green cardigan was most concerned that he could continue to dump his garden waste from his wheelbarrow.

On a lighter note; To put the fire out took two bomberos whilst two more and five policia local supervised.

Edit: 22.02.2012. It seems our little fire was one of the four mentioned in this article:  New mini-fire engine blazes a trail to the coast .

Laboratory chimps caged for 30 years are finally released to a sanctuary

A very emotive video!

A Slat in time - saves money.

On Tuesday morning when I tried to pull up one of the external window shutters in the lounge, to let in the Spanish sun, it wouldn't raise more than a few centimetres. Repeated lowering and raising of it came to the same result. It wasn't going up. Further investigation of the problem revealed a broken, split, horizontal slat was acting as a stop. A quick temporary repair was made, my trusty wire clippers to the rescue, so that we didn't have to sit in the dark.

Having not experienced a similar problem in the ten years we have lived in the property, and having no knowledge of the internal workings of the blind system, my second thought after how do I get this repaired was; I suppose this is going to cost a fortune to put right.

Although we are retired, and younger people assume we have nothing to do all day, it wasn't until Wednesday afternoon (yesterday) that we could call into our favourite local ferretería, with some trepidation, to seek a solution, either a spare part or the name of 'a man who can'! Once again the shop had the solution, a ample stock of spare slats of various types. After the little joke by the assistant warning us that we needed a large wallet; we left the Aladdin’s cave with two replacement slats, the extra one in case I made a mistake when carrying out the repair as my DIY history has shown it's better to be prepared, a cash register receipt for just €3, and a smile on my face.

This morning I successfully slatted the repair into our day. It is good to learn how to do something new each day. A good, inexpensive, job done.

I must go and check again if it still goes up and down!

Together we can! - Oh Really!

Photographed 07.02.2012

I suppose I shouldn't but each time I drive past the sign located next to the closed CLR/CLARO election campaign offices in Cabo Roig, Orihuela Costa, I find myself laughing.

It is the irony of the message, given to the electorate in the run up to the May 2011 elections and the current situation.

At the time of the birth of the CLR/CLARO coalition I expressed my opinion to Pedro Mancebo that I did not believe in it and that it would not be a long lasting partnership.

It was one of convenience, it was a contrived civil marriage, with the only common factor being that both party leaders would do anything to get elected. Certainly as individual parties their chances of obtaining a substantial increase in elected councillors was dubious. In the case of CLARO, they failed to get any Councillors in the 2007 elections and on their own 2011 would have seen the same result. Bob Houliston would not have got elected.

The first indications of a divorce began to show very shortly after the May 2011 elections when the fighting began in June, in the acrimonious war, sorry negotiations, for the allocation of responsibilities of Councillors amongst the three political groups who finally formed the current, insecure, tripartite government.

We have read the press release issued at the beginning of December 2011 by Pedro Mancebo, entitled “ The Municipal Group CLR-CLARO Expel Robert Houliston and Protect The Local Government” in which he confirmed: “the expulsion of Councillor Robert Houliston from the group in order to ensure the stability of the municipal government” along with the reasons behind the expulsion. Pedro went on to say “sadly Councillor Houliston has had a “go it alone policy“ from the beginning which would have been sufficient to agree his expulsion. He did not support his own municipal group, CLR-CLARO, in the negotiations with PSOE and LV to obtain the necessary competences and council departments within the government. He turned his back on them once he had secured his own position on the coast”.

As mentioned in my recent article the January issue of the CLARO Newsletter refers to the recent divorce between the CLR and CLARO: “the continuing differences within the government between the CLR party, our partner in the May election, and C.L.A.R.O. These differences which, for reasons of their perceived political advantage, have led our CLR partners over the past 5 months to seek to divide the management of the coast and to reduce the responsibilities or competences of the C.L.A.R.O Councillor for the Coast. The differences culminated in November in CLR attempts to divide the C.L.A.R.O party prior to our Annual General Meeting and their unilateral exclusion or expulsion of C.L.A.R.O from the joint government group in the council CLR-CLARO”.

It is obvious that current acrimony between the two parties is not a trial separation but a divorce and the decree nisi has been issued.

It's really not funny any more so let's hope the sign and its lie is removed without delay!

What if they cannot agree who is responsible for having it taken down. Will they leave it up and try a reconciliation in time for the 2015 elections or will Monica Lorente succeed as the temptress to Bob Houliston and get in between them for ever?

An early morning wake up by a 3.4 magnitude earthquake

This morning at 05.43 hrs. we were awoken by the rumbling and noise of an earth quake. It seemed to travel from the front to the rear of the house. We haven't experienced any damage to our property.

According to the National Geographical Institute here in Spain the epicentre was approximately 5 kilometres off the coast where we are and some 11 kilometres below the surface. Although this is an area that experiences small tremors on a regular basis they are not usually above a magnitude of 3 whereas this was registered at 3.4.

It is reported that although the Policía Local and the Guardia Civil received numerous calls from members of the public there were no reports of damage according to data initially collected by the Emergency Coordination Center.

U3A Chairman says 5 days is enough time!

I attended the Annual General Meeting of the Torrevieja U3A on Monday (30^th January).

The first item on the agenda was the approval of the Minutes of the 2011 AGM. As a member of the association I only received the minutes of 2011, and the accounts for 2011 also to be presented for approval at the meeting, late on Wednesday 25^th January 2011, less than 5 days before the meeting. I believe that this late despatch of information from the association Chairman to the members was unsatisfactory. So I raised this matter in the meeting by way of the following questions to the Chairman.

"Given that the minutes we are being asked to approve relate to the meeting held on the 27^th January 2011; why is it that members were only sent copies of the minutes, by email on the 25^th January 2012, 363 days after the meeting and only 5 days before this AGM? Do you consider that this is satisfactory in giving sufficient time for members, considering that some may not access their email accounts on a daily basis, to read and confirm the accuracy of the Minutes?"

The answer from the Chairman to the two questions was “Yes”.

I wish I hadn't asked the second one as a closed question.

Since the meeting I have written to the re-elected Chairman, saying:

"I would like to suggest the following for consideration by the newly elected committee. Assuming that Minutes of the AGM are written shortly after the meeting; would it not be possible, more efficient, and of greater benefit to the members, to include the minutes, all be it in draft form, subject to approval by the members later, in one of the newsletters between the meeting and the next AGM, or send them out earlier than 5 days before the meeting at which they are to be voted on, via the cascade information system, or include them within a 'Minutes' section on the association website?”

I await with interest to hear what the committee decides.

Ex PP Mayor says CLARO leader is an honourable man! - How time changes opinions when it suits!

Is it coincidence, or perhaps good forethought on my part, or just luck, that two days after I posted my article 'Will CLARO partner the Partido Popular in Orihuela?' that the RTN newspaper publishes an article entitled 'Coastal Isolation' which begins “Former Mayor of Orihuela Monica Lorente, talking exclusively to RTN this week, said: “The coast is being politically isolated.” and written by Louise Clarke who was the personal press officer for Monica Lorente when she was Mayor.

In the article the Ex-Mayor said: “CLARO Councillor Bob Houliston is being ‘humoured’ by the Mayor. Bob is a good person and has the interests of the coast at heart but is being taken for a ride by the Mayor and his colleagues.” and added “Bob is an honourable man: he doesn’t deserve this.”

There seems to be a lot of back tracking from Ms Lorente in relation to her previous adverse comments about Bob Houliston and the CLARO party when she was Mayor.

I wonder if there isn't a degree of vengeance on the part of both the interviewee and the interviewer in the writing of this article as they both lost their positions of power when the Partido Popular party lead by Monica Lorente was removed from government by the current tripartite government.

By this attack on the government and feigned support of Bob Houliston, Monica Lorente, with the aid of her past press officer, I believe is looking to tempt Bob into a new bipartite agreement to bring down the current governing team and reinstate the PP to power in Orihuela and her as Mayor.

Edit: 31^st January 2012.

The CoastRider newspaper has today published an article written by Mireille Toddington entitled 'Bob and Mon in talks' in which I am paid the compliment of my weblog being mentioned.

Food fried in olive or sunflower oil is not linked to heart disease, Spanish study finds

Eating food fried in olive or sunflower oil is not linked to heart disease or premature death, a new study finds. The authors stress, however, that their study took place in Spain, a Mediterranean country where olive or sunflower oil is used for frying and their results would probably not be the same in another country where solid and re-used oils were used for frying.

Read more on ScienceDaily: Food fried in olive or sunflower oil is not linked to heart disease, Spanish study finds