"Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea..."
Does anyone else ever feel like all they've done with their adult lives is work, or look for work? Been dredging through my past looking for something to feed to the ol' mill, and I'm coming up all dole queues and filing.
In other news, there appears to be a slight constitional crisis happening here over the Plan Ibarratxe. Will go into more detail when I track down some English-language links for ya.
And now, the weather: First grey day for weeks. We're into the coldest part of the year--I actually saw some frost on Friday. Mostly the sky is pristine, free of any cloud, turquoise horizons fading to violet overhead. The sunlight is pure red-gold, magically picking out all the fine detail of the old buildings with perfect clarity whilst at the same time lending everything the quality of a dream, a fantasy. Scaffolding crawls along the streets month by month from one edificio to another, renewing crumbling stucco, cleaning stonework, enlivening the colours of the painted plaster.
One day, that'll be my job. Tal vez.