Well well well, lost in the battleground of tech, and not for the first time. Like being lost in space, and that space is over my head, totally.
at the moment I'm wrestling with this @ and a new keyboard....yes correct, el simbolo arroba the layout may be the same but the function are different.
I need help, clearly.
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As I struggle for subjects to entertain my followers, I could write about the heat and the flying pests that invite themselves into our homes, but that has been fully explored, so dear readers what about X pats in Spain and a lack of understanding not only in terms of culture and language but systems how it all works.
Here I offer you a little snippet of converation between an English
gentleman and an agent of the Spanish police...police whom carry
guns.
- Buenas tardes caballero, permiso de conducir por favor -
English please, I`m English!!
Ah Ok, thats not what I asked señor. At this point I have to admit the
level broken english was better than I expected, indeed surprising.
Thus it continued. - Policeman - Do you have an NIE? (A unique
identity number which Spanish people, and foreign nationals whom
live in Spain must carry)
What is that ? I’m English
Yes, you said. Can I see your ...mmm….¿permiso de conducir?
- What is that ? - And so it went on. A sunburned individual from
good old blighty and a policeman who carried a gun.
Just remember dear readers, if you are English, the whole world
understands you. Because everyone speaks...mmm … English.
Or maybe not.
A few days now since being released from what seems to becoming my second home, HOSPITAL HOTEL.
I said the word HOSPITAL would be deleted from my vocabulary and thats the hope. But on reading through the report I was given on the day of release, it makes scary reading. Of course in Spanish but even then I have to research, and research some more.
On a lighter note, the main surgeon was I am quite convinced of Native America roots, I know there are many latinos escaping the likes of Cuba but Navaho or Sioux wealding the scalpel....how exciting. I may see him again when they undertake a final revision, should I ask him, maybe not.
Missing todays game with Mensajero will be only the second I will have missed all season. People are asking wheres the Scottish geezer? but my expulsion from FACEBOOK has made information disemenation a bit of a challenge. Why kicked off FB I do not know, I have some theories but hey, who cares. I´ll continue on here offering a sort of Dear Diary,,what do you think reader? (s)
And so the healing process from recent dalliance with the surgeon´s scalpel is over, and some form of normal has been resumed,
Now to the dentist..........
Tercera edad is a term used to describe the elderly. Whether its peculiar to Spain requires research on my part, nonetheless I appear to be a member of the not so exclusive Third Age ...(literal translation).
Now pay attention,
The latest trip to hospital was I assumed perhaps an overnight stay, not 9, yes nine overnight stays! My old pals needles, sharp and ready to cut my not quite virgin flesh, not to mention the cables and tubes entering and leaving my every orifice, like the Bakerloo Line on a crowded Monday.
But hey ho, I survived, and with a prayer to the man above, a vow never to return, I shall delete the word HOSPITAL from my vocabulary and simply live with the health card Ive been dealt.
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Goodness knows what lies in ambush.
So....out of hospital where dignity goes out of the window, so deal with it!
Although my health problems were worse than some but easier to deal with than some other poor souls whom moaned their message of discomfort around the clock.
No more hospital for me thankyou. The dreaded syntax, this may hurt no longer my enemy.
Hard to believe but its true, April is here. And you felt abandoned sorry for that, Truth is I have spent a chunk of March in hospital not quite sure why, Initially a hernia repair which I thought would mean a coiuple of nights but no dear reader I was away for over a week. and a few days I would rather forget.
Still not out of the woods I have stitches to remove and revisions to endure but I hope this is the last trip.
So apart from that little adventure in the world of needles and pins life can only get better,
Surely,
