Life in Culebrón

The last time I had to call the emergency services was probably in 1979 so it's not something I do lightly or often. Today I scived off work to go and get a cup of coffee at the Brit bar just across the road. As I walked in the owner started a rambling tale about some customer who needed an ambulance and could I phone for one because the numbers I'd given him didn't work. As the number was 112, the European emergency number, I rather doubted his story but it didn't seem reasonable to have a discussion about the efficiency of Spanish administration if someone needed help. "Alright" says I, "where does this chap live, what's he called and what's wrong with him?" "Er, Torre del Rico number 10, Ted and his legs hurt". So with this rather scanty information I phone 112 and tell them I need an ambulance from Jumilla (Torre del Rico is administratively linked to the larger town of Jumilla which just happens to be over the administrative bo...

Fed up with the lack of response from the REPSOL people (who I'd asked twice to come and check our bottled gas appliances) I rang the CEPSA suppliers instead. I liked them better instantly. The woman on the phone said what good Spanish I spoke. Lovely person. So, of course, I believed her when she said a technician would call today at 9am. He didn't actually turn up till 9.07am but that aside he was excellent. He checked the pipes, tubes, connectors, carbon monoxide levels and what not, made some suggestions about improvements, nattered to me all the time, making the odd grammatical correction, and gave the set up a clean bill of health. Nice to know I'm unlikely to be suffocated or blown apart if I have a shower or cook a pizza. I also went with a friend today to try and sort out some Social Security and Tax queries. Not the sort of offices you'd choose as a holiday destination. The people we talked to were uniformly courteous, friendly, helpful and informative - one c...

The district of Santa Catalina has a week long fiesta to honour its patron saint. Yesterday, after the effigy of the saint had been moved around a bit everyone got down to the serious business of lighting bonfires in the middle of the street and cooking some food. I somehow can't imagine Huntingdon Town Council being keen on the same sort of event.

There's not a lot of piped gas in Culebrón so we use butane gas bottles collected from one of the local depots. Each year there are lots of stories in the news about blocks of flats torn apart by gas explosions. I'm pretty sure that most of the explosions result from people trying to jury rig some sort of connection between the gas cylinder and a dodgy appliance but I'm not that keen on being ripped apart by fragments of exploding gas cylinder so I thought I'd arrange a safety check. Actually I'm supposed to do it every two or three years (I forget which) as a legal requirement. And, of course, insurance won't pay out if a butane cylinder rips a hole in the wall without an official document to say that a qualified technician has confirmed that the jubilee clips on the rubber hoses are good and tight. So I popped along to our local supplier a couple of Saturday's ago to arrange the check. I went back last Friday to remind them. Not a sign to date.

The Neighbourhood Association organised one of its meals for this afternoon. I went along, by myself. My Spanish was awful and the chaos that was the village meeting afterwards, with tens of people all talking at once, with the chairperson putting her fingers in her mouth, to try and whistle everyone into some semblance of order, didn't amuse me as it has so many times before. This time it infuriated me. What stupidity. Maybe I just don't belong.

When I rang Telefonica (see below) I didn't really have much difficulty with communication. As always I was a bit faltering but I got the information I needed easily enough. Yesterday though I had to phone HSBC in the UK to activate a credit card I had to resort to asking direct questions of the operator to check that the card had been activated because I couldn't understand what the man was saying!

We buy our telephone line and our Internet connection from Telefonica - very much like BT, the privatised ex state telephone company. Telefonica has a dreadful reputation in Spain though I've had generally good dealings with them. We recently had an automatic and "free" upgrade from a 1mb to a 3mb connection. When the first bill of this new regime came (long after the money had been liberated from our bank account) I noticed there was a new item - the Internet Security Pack. It looks, from checking the Telefonica website, as though this is part of the package for the 3mb service. In effect our free upgrade is actually costing 3.50€ per month more. Just as it happens our annual subscription to Norton anti-virus is due to expire in 4 days time and the anti-virus package that Telefonica include in their service is McAfee which sounds reputable enough. The price for either service is more or less the same. So I thought I would take the line of least resistance and simply acce...

When we lived in Santa Pola we met a chap called Masis, an Armenian, who had come to Spain illegally. He had paid someone for a dodgy ticket to Paris as a route into Spain and he was working long hours for pathetic pay with no protections. Eventually, because of a political amnesty on illegal immigrants Masis was able to get his paperwork sorted out. Masis rang this morning to say that I had missed the grand opening of his new restaurant on the seafront at Santa Pola when I was over visiting Maggie last weekend. I hope he makes a fortune.

This was the question to the customer service department of my bank: Please can you tell me how I obtain an electronic signature for email? And this was the answer Dear Sir/Mrss: According to 16 article minister rule law ECO/734/2004 of march 11 about departament bank clients (B.O.E. 24/03/2004), we inform you that to attend your consult you need to have electronic signature according to the rules law 59/2003 of december 19, about electronic signature (B.O.E. 20/12/2003).

Perhaps not all that revolutionary but dead yummy. Everywhere we went in Salamanca province the bars sold tostas. Bits of toasted bread covered with a tasty topping - I liked the bacalao con gambas (cod and prawn) but I think Maggie's favourite was the morcilla con queso (black pudding and cheese). There were literally hundreds of varieties with fish, meet, veg and fungus toppings.

This is the MG back in Culebrón. It never missed a beat in the 883 miles. The AA route planner says it's 837 miles from Land's End to John O' Groats.