Not really. Feb was a whore of a month - rain just about every day with the associated misery of dark skies, damp air and general cold. The native Extremadurans tell us that the weather is quite exceptional. Must be true as we had Xmas on our terrace in shorts.
March has broken gloriously. Big, big skies above the sierras, vast blue expanses and Guadiana sparkling below the house. Great squadrons of Buitres Leanados (type of buzzard) launch themselves off the montanas and catch the thermals of the newly warmed earth. Their flight is a vision of cool arrogance with hardly a minimal flap of a wing. They cruise over the top of our casa, which for a cancer patient has a certain black humour. I sometimes greet them with "I´m still here, ya bastards".
Still virtually Brit free. Though we have come across a Brit working for a Co. we had to contact.
He has to be the least well-informed man in the Province. He has no Spanish whatever - talks in cliches, refers to native people as ´they´ - all in all he has the greatest English failing of all in Shedloads - he could bore the arse off a stamp collector from Penge.
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