Apparently no one reads blogs anymore. In fact most people don't even know how to read road signs so we shouldn't expect too much of the general public. I don't mean road signs that tell you to moderate your speed or what speed you should be doing. Hardly anyone obeys those, well at least not here. I mean road signs put up by the builders in front of where we live just after they have plonked down loads of cement that say NO PISAR! or if you need a translation, DO NOT WALK HERE ON THIS FRESHLY LAID CONCRETE! The barriers put in place to prevent people walking on it were removed, said sign was read with disbelief and scepticism, and citizens started gingerely walking up the road leaving footprints behind that I imagine in a thousands years time archaeologists will look at, scratch their heads and say, ''those 21st century folk were a bit soupy''. Talking of dense, the UK seems to to be throwing up quite a few folk who can be loosely described as numbskulls. Switch the television on, have a butcher's at Twitter and there they all are, ruffling feathers or making them fly, alternatively going straight for the jugular. How do they find the time? It's taken me months to write anything as I have been too busy trying to stay alive in summer temperatures that now seem like a frenzied dream, keep the wolf from the door, and just generally cope with my insane family. More about them when the time is ripe.......

STOP PRESS!! The glasses have been found!! By me. I went back to the huerto still feeling a bit ruffled from the previous day's events and during the course of the evening decided to scramble up to the reservoir and take in the view. On the way down where the abandoned allotments are I saw my glasses. So people, is it possible for a pair of glasses to levitate and fly off course about 20 metres? Could a magpie have purloined them and then thought better of it? Has the huerto got pixies? Yours Columbo. 

Hello people. I'm not on here much these days but I can assure you I am doing my best. Not sure there is much room for improvement but we must strive!! Anyway...someone stole my glasses while I was down the huerto. I have no words. I had to cycle home half blind and now need to get new ones. I have no space for anger. I am past all that. Really. However, I do now have to contend with the fact that there are two people on the huerto I can no longer trust. And this is a terrible thing. It goes against the spirit of the man who set up the foundation, Daniel Calasanz. All I have to hang on are my mother's words...''they will never have any luck...'' And they won't. Mark my words people, don't fuck with the good guys. They always win. In ways that are often difficult to comprehend. Cos if they didn't, none of us would still be here.