Finally, something at which the British excel; at which, in fact, they are unsurpassed. I refer of course to our national pastime of complaining about the weather. Oh, what fun we’ve had for the past month. Rain coming down in stair-rods; flooded streets; the heaviest rainfall in 60 years (depending on who you talk to), mudslides, no sunshine and permanent grey clouds. Words cannot explain the joy I felt as I waded to my car through ankle-deep water – in the centre of town – to drive home with soggy feet. Finally, I could complain!
Not as much, though, as the unfortunate individual on the Monte de los Almendros, whose swimming pool slid gently down the hill to land on top of the house below. If it possibly helps, the only glimmer of good news is that the neighbours, now in unwanted possession of the pool, won’t be suing. The same proprietor owns both houses.