La Familia Davenpuerto

We have suffered low temperatures these last 10 days or so, suffered being the correct word, as they have been accompanied with the dreadful Mistral.

‘Mistral’ – sounds French – nice warm soothing breeze that gently ruffles the treetops, and causes the sweat to evaporate faster from your body cooling you down.

Not a bit of it.

This b@stard hurls itself about the place, coming roughly from the North, and changes it’s angle of attack every second. It is no pleasure to be outside at times like this, and is to be avoided at all costs. It is especially comical when you ‘have’ to be outside, together, and it becomes increasingly difficult to hear the instructions from your beloved as to where the cat food is, or the answer to which arcane place she has left the axe.

Believe me when I tell you than it is not conducive to marital bliss, especially when you are only trying to ‘help’.

Tonight, after some 10 days of this dreadful French import, we had a remission – it may not last, but for the moment we can enjoy a measure of tranquility. No more are the kennels being pushed sideways, with dogs still inside! We can carry on with a conversation over a cooling ‘sundowner’ without fear of the bottle being whisked sideways and out of the finca.

It is sure not to last, but enjoy it we will – someone has to!

All is well just now – dogs fed, cats fed, kids soon to be. I have a monster of a lasagne gently bubbling in the oven which has many ‘homegrown’ ingredients within. The tomato frito, the oregano, the onions and garlic, the bayleaves for the bechamel are all ‘home-harvested’.

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it has been a good day, now the wind has gone. It is incredible what a difference it can make to your overall sense of well-being. Sometimes I can relate to the man who wore shoes two sizes too small just for the feeling of relief when he could finally take them off at the end of the day.

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