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Published: September 18th 2009
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Having slept slightly better, albeit after some strange dreams, I awake to another new day and its up and off for breakfast and on to pool cleaning.
I’m just getting into my stride when it clouds over and begins to rain again. Now I’m actually quite happy to carry on cleaning the pool in the rain although it would be more pleasurable if only it were a bit warmer, but Kate takes pity on us and tells us to come and help her clean the Casitas ready for the change over of guests today, so we follow her down to the La Vista where we begin to get wound up again.
Normally I love cleaning and tidying and getting the Casitas ready for guests would usually be right up my street but things go wrong almost as soon as we start. Kate insists on using the same sponge for everything from cleaning the toilet to cleaning the kitchen and her attitudes towards cleanliness are really starting to grate on me. Its not even as if she is unaware of the risks since she seem to be constantly feel the need to justify her actions to Dee and I, telling
Making friends
Taking time out to make freinds us how clean her home used to be and that she used to be a fanatical cleaner but that there just isn’t time to be to picky anymore and that she has never had a guest be ill.
I feel guilty criticising her since she is lovely person and very kind, but cleaning aside, she also manages to irritate the hell out of me by constantly changing her mind. Rather than start in one Casita, clean this from top to bottom and then leave it completed, it’s a case of half do this job move to somewhere else and then come back to the first job. She asks me to make the bed and then a hour later comes along with a mattress cover for the bed that I’ve just made and asks me to put this on the mattress (yes and just how am I supposed to do that without remaking the bed?) It’s rained on the floor rugs but instead of drying these in the main house she decides to dry them in the Casita we are cleaning, meaning we have to step around them, then I’ve just vacuumed the couch and put a clean throw on
The Tent
Alternative WOOFing accomodation guess we are lucky were in the storeroom! it and Sam bounds in and plonks himself down on the it.
Dee unstacks and cleans all the chairs on the patio and arranges them around the table only to be told that we don’t use those chairs because there aren’t any cushions for them so can you restack them next to the table (well why are they still there if we don’t use them?)
Before we explode we are sent off to pick some blueberries and figs for the evening crumble. On our exploits we pass yesterdays transplanted birch tree looking very forlorn, sad and wilting and on the way back we come across the alternative WOOF accommodation, if our store room is full, an extremely raged tent complete with a skull (possibly the last WOOFer to stay here!)
Lunch consists of last nights leftovers which have been frozen stiff by the fridge but aren’t too bad once nuked in the microwave.
After lunch I load the wiff mobile up with rubbish for Kate to take to town when she goes down to pick up the next unsuspecting guests and we are then left to our own devices for what’s left of the rest of
the afternoon, since we will once again be assisting with dinner this evening.
This evenings guests are a cheerful and friendly couple of cyclists from London. Unfortunately when cyclists are in residence Ian the inane guide also joins us for dinner and he surpasses himself in the annoyance stakes this evening, talking over everyone, being extremely opinionated and at one point (which really annoys me) dragging one of the cats by the scruff of their neck off my lap where I have quite happily allowed the poor thing to sit, since apparently letting them sit on us under the table encourages them to sit on guests. Since I’m not allowed to stick my fork in his eye, I spend the whole of my meal (a very tasty vegetable stew) dreaming of ways I could kill him without anyone noticing.
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Jaimie, I love the way you are describing your stay over there in Spain, but and its a BIG BUT I do wish you would come home with my baby,(I know Naine is a big girls now but she is still my baby lol), I feel and worry about the pair of you. One part of me is saying you are both loving the place hating the guide and well what can I say about the owner that you have not already said, seems to me she has the onset of Alzeimers or siun stroke and just enjoys how she lives. Carry on with the witty commentary love it IHEGDL xx