A New Strife in the Sun – COVID-19… A BRIEF INTERLUDE – Phase 3… yippee!

Water Fecking Liberty!

“It’s not going to open up any quicker by you staring at it day in day out.”

Ignoring the middle aged voice behind me I look longingly at the enticining cool blue water rippling in the sunlight beneath me. Swaying palm trees complete the oasis and I sigh out loud, brushing at the sweat forming on my brow.


“900 euros”, I mutter under my breath “900 euros a month for an apartment we can only use as a pretty prison.”


I stand on my tiptoes and squint over the boundary at my agile neighbours in their lycra wear, jumping gleefully into their ‘monitored’ wet and wild wonderland and I can feel the injustice of it all encase me like an unwelcome shroud.


“Look over there Marcus, they are allowed in their communal pool so why aren’t we?”

I petulantly kick at one of Brian’s tennis balls which promptly hits a plant pot and swiftly richochets over the wall onto the tendered green below. Brian, who is under the misguided assumption that he is the canine offspring of Peter Parker proceeds to scale the wall in persuit of his favourite toy but promptly forgets his rescue mission after he spots a few stray digestive crumbs nestling underneath the wilting Aloe Vera.
‘Well I’m contacting the owner’s son , he’s already made us pay an extra 270 euros as a penalty because we couldn’t move in on the day he wanted us to during lock down PLUS he’s got two months deposit, a months rent and the months agency fee. We could have had 2 weeks at Universal Studios for that price plus all the Butter Beer we could stomach in Diagon alley.


I can feel my last few apathetic hormones bristling internally at the insanity of it all. Come back 2019, all is forgiven.


“Worse things happen mum, people are rioting all over London,” yells an online schooled voice, “Can I have some cereal?”
“I told you to get it before the class started,” I shout back into the makeshift Covid classroom.


Any voice of reason is not welcome when I’m having a full on meltdown and I stomp back into the lounge to throw myself into the arms of Piers ‘ranty’ Morgan for an hour.

As a fully-fledged control freak I’m finding communicating with the Spanish landlord’s son an arduous task. On moving into the rental apartment we had anticipated and agreed upon the removal and disposal of a giant piece of mahogany furniture which resembled something from Mr Sowerbury’s parlor blocking 90% of the sunlight from the lounge. On arrival this monstrosity was still firmly in situ so we had to spend the next 3 days dismantling it and painting the bright yellow wall behind it. Also 2 large padlocks held the patio doors closed and the old lady who owned the flat didn’t have a clue where the keys were so they had to be drilled off before we could breathe in the outside air.


“Do you want to go across the road to the pub for lunch? He’s got Stroganoff on today?”

I lower my chin and shake my head. I’d eaten enough food this year to carry me into 2021. My birthday had been the previous week and I had celebrated my 53rd year by trying to give myself gout from consuming the 3 birthday cakes that friends had brought over to celebrate the fact we were allowed back into each other’s homes and lives.


Peeling my bottom lip off the sofa I reluctantly wander out into the hallway only to see a piece of paper being slipped under the front door. Bending creakily down to pick it up I gaze blankly at the Spanish writing adorning the crisp white sheet and my mouth suddenly drops. Certain words jump out at me and the blood that has been slowly simmering all morning reaches boiling point.


“Don’t go making any plans this Thursday evening,” I yell to the coffee-preparing adult form in the kitchen, “there’s a meeting taking place by the ‘terminally redundant’ pool for all the residents. Apparently they are going to decide whether the pool can open again… THIS YEAR!!!!” [Insert Maniacal Laughter]


With shaking hands I place the slip of paper on the sideboard and walk back out onto the balcony.


“I’m going in that bloody pool this weekend, come hell or high water. The cocoon brigade can go take up residence elsewhere. Neptune’s apprentice ain’t for turning.”

To be continued… The New Normal

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7 Replies to “A New Strife in the Sun – COVID-19… A BRIEF INTERLUDE – Phase 3… yippee!”

  1. Blimey, you do like a moan don’t you. It’s almost as if nobody else is troubled by the pandemic 🙂 #justsaying

    1. It’s all Tongue in cheek Andrew. I try and be truthfull and real and in all honesty, we all like a good moan but I am well aware how much crap is going on in the world now so it’s hard to write cheerful stuff all the time when sometimes… I don’t feel cheerful!

  2. I have just binge read your blog, very entertaining and inspiring. I’m hoping to do the big move to Spain once the lockdown is over.

      1. Hi Paula, we are looking at the Granada region. Found a few lovely cave houses. Just waiting on the lockdown to be lifted and our house to sell in the uk so we can come across and start viewing property!

  3. Paula, when this sh**show is over if your ever near San Miguel de Salinas (near Torrevieja) we NEED to meet up and drink copious amounts of alcohol and share war stories!

    Hang on in there!

  4. Hi Paula,
    I can relate to you, they closed down our swimming pool in our block of flats in March, absolutely crazy seeing chlorine is basically bleach, and all residents were working to a rota and antisepting everything after. But hurrah one resident managed to get a agreement from the local MP that we can go back to swimming so long as we follow the rota.😀👍
    Love your blogs, keep well all of you.😘

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