Something in Spain
Normally, Maggie and I get out a fair bit. We might go to anything from an exhibition to some sort of fiesta, and it would be unusual for us to spend a whole weekend – let alone a whole week – at home. Not so recently. Maggie hasn't been too well and hasn't really felt like doing very much. As a result, neither have I. Right at the end of June, she was taken into hospital and operated on for a problem with her pancreas. It was a long and complicated operation, followed by a few days in the intensive care unit. Now she's on an ordinary ward with and the suggestion is that she'll be there for a couple of weeks. While Maggie's life became one of pain, sensors, tubes and wires strapped to her body, mine became one of driving back and forth between Elda Hospital and home. My side of the bargain was easy enough and, despite being one step removed from our usual forays into Spain I realised just how much it was all around. Take the roadworks. Of course, just as it becam...