Well it’s June again and things are going to shit at the speed of light, as is usually the case leading up to my birthday. Got a mountain of paperwork to kill, say nothing of the thousand euro back payment of utilities, and now my EU ID card is about to expire. Managed to find a photographer in the village, and actually I’m quite impressed. For once I don’t look like one of those wanted poster mugs in the post office. Then I buggered off to the gas station in the next village, went to the bank across the street and once I was cashed up, went back to fill my tank and get some stamps. Surprisingly, I came face to face with the local clergy. She smiled and shook my hand, asking me how I was keeping. This I found a tad weird as she usually gives me this leery look knowing I’m an absolute heathen. Perhaps word has got around about my work with the elderly in the community but then I’ve been fooled before. I just smiled and acknowledged, paid my tally, then sped off for the supermarket in the other neighbouring village. One of the elderly ladies wanted some nectarines but they’re still rock hard. Must have been another bad spring in the Med, so I advised her to wait for the second crop. Met an old friend who’s boxing his way through some nasty cancer treatment so I stuck around for a bit, then went home before the rush-hour madness ensued. At least my tomatoes and cucumbers are doing well in all this yoyo weather that’s got everyone wound up pending the full moon.
