Reasons to be tired
- It is officially supposed to be Autumn, having passed the equinox the other day, but thus far the temperature has stubbornly refused to dip below 30 degrees.
- I am seven months pregnant (Martin reckons this is the main reason, only I keep forgetting, which is quite impressive given that I look and feel like a juggernaut).
- The thunder and lightening woke us up at six this morning, and Joni arrived in our bed shortly after.
- Life is quite busy, between the project at Quebracho Herrado (me), and prison (him), and working with the family from Luis Sauce (me), and teaching English (him), and the special school (me), and Scouts, and church, and… and…
- Every time I think I’m about to have a clear morning while Joni’s at nursery, something else happens. Today I had to detour round town to buy a replacement bit for the bike pump which died while I was trying to put air in my tyres prior to leaving the house.
- I am still trying to have my qualifications recognised here. It is turning out to be the most grinding bureaucratic process of my life so far, and we’ve been through a few of those in the five years since we arrived.
- We are the registered keepers of a three year old… no explanation needed.
Reasons to be cheerful
- Today the weather finally broke and it has been raining most of the day.
- The lady from Quebracho Herrado phoned at midday to say don’t try and come this afternoon as it has rained 80 mm’s during the morning and the village is under a sea of muddy water.
- Joni and I made the most of an unexpectedly free afternoon playing in the puddles in the plaza (including one beautifully muddy one strategically located at the bottom of the slide which he practised landing in at speed from various angles).
- Being soaked and filthy lent itself nicely to him not objecting to an early bath.
- Hence he was asleep before nine o’clock for the first time in ages.
- We are blessed with a ridiculous number of bank holidays, the next of which is tomorrow. The “registered keepers of three year old” thing makes lie-ins unlikely, but some slow coffee drinking time may be negotiated in between plaza trips.