The Darling Buds of Prey – Ep 4

My husband, coated in mud, is standing on my doorstep which is actually physically impossible unless he is the latest companion of Tom Baker. Pressing my face up against the window I look for a Blue Police Box but all I can see is the velvet sky. The man I’m married to only left the UK via our ancient Jeep this morning and as far as I am aware, time travel was not mentioned once in our courtship.  I take a step back and rub my eyes.  This dream is extremely realistic, I can even feel the wooden floor creaking beneath my toes as I head back up the stairs to bed.

‘Mum, stop being a div, let dad in!  He text me and asked me to keep it a secret.  He didn’t leave Hastings this morning, he left yesterday afternoon after dropping us off at that crappy Gatwick hotel. While we were sleeping he was driving across France!”

I stop dead in my tracks and turn around.  Brian, the dog is standing outside next to his jaded master, wagging his tail and looking wistfully up at the door handle.  I decide to throw caution to the wind and let both apparitions in.  The hairy one greets me with his usual kisses and slobbers gratefully over my outstretched hand but I hastily avoid the lips of my spouse as he smells distinctly of stale coffee and animal poo.  It transpires that on entering the drive, my other half tripped over several dozing goats and went face first into their ablutions.  I try not to laugh and fail dismally

Placating the man child with a mug of something hot and sweet I spend the following 30 minutes running around after our dog that appears intent on weeing on every piece of wood in the house.

After the men folk are showered I manage to find some pasta and a red sauce in the cupboard and throw together a meat free Bolognese that for once, no-one complains about.  Bleary eyed and slightly delirious we all head upstairs to bed, exhilarated and exhausted in equal measures.

I am awoken just before the sun has chance to rise by the sound of several dogs barking, 403 birds singing, a Rooster yelling and a husband snoring.  Turning to look at my watch I see it’s almost 6am.  Lying in bed looking at the ceiling I decide it’s no use even attempting to go back to sleep so I head downstairs to put the kettle on.

The sun is streaming through the windows and I open the patio doors to let the dog out and the warm breeze in.  Stretching, Brian heads outside and sniffs the air and ambles off into the brush.  Seconds later he is back indoors and hiding under the table.  I cajole him out with a biscuit and he stands shivering, staring at the brush and wining, Hobnob untouched.  I drag my flip flops on and go out to investigate as to why a hound that should be programmed to round up sheep is currently trying to crawl under the fridge.

I wander the perimeter, gently humming to myself.  I shake my head and smile, there’s absolutely nothing here to be afraid of, that dog is as yellow as…. oh!

Mingled in amongst the weeds is a tiny tortoiseshell kitten.  Only something isn’t quite right.  I take a step back and tilt my chin.  It takes a few seconds to realise what’s wrong with the tiny corpse.  It has no head, just a little furry body of about 8 weeks old.  It’s 6am, I’ve not even had anything with caffeine in and already I’m staring at a decapitated pussy.  I look around and instantly I see another striped body further down the embankment. This one has it’s head intact but is also motionless.  Within seconds I spot another sibling, also dead with puncture marks to its chest.  Three dead cats.  It’s like a sadistic nursery rhyme penned by a juvenile Steven King.  I stagger back into the house and pelt up the stairs to awake my sleeping partner.

“Marcus…  MARCUS!!  There are three dead cats in the garden and one has no head!!!’

My husband, never the earliest of risers mumbles something about Winona Ryder, laughs, farts and promptly starts snoring again.  I sigh; shake my head and return downstairs in search of some gardening gloves, resigned to my task ahead.

And so, this is how you will find me at 6.13am on a sunny Saturday morning. I’m the slightly overweight middle aged woman staggering about on the gravel drive clad in an ‘I love Disco’ Onesie, clutching a bin bag in one hand and a trowel in the other.  It wasn’t the welcome I expected on my first morning in Spain but it’s one I certainly won’t forget.  Now if you will excuse me, I have three small bodies to bury.


To be continued – Episode 5

One Reply to “The Darling Buds of Prey – Ep 4”

  1. I have just joined several Spanish groups on FB and came across your blog. I am also a middle aged woman slightly bigger and older than you I’m sure. I am now retired not through choice having been self employed for 40 years in various business failings have been too trusting with people which is now my dimise… (spelling) I had a stroke 4 years ago out of the blue from stress of hard work.. I’m now being very harsh on myself for not working and being a bit skint!! We are now down sizing and buying a smaller house hoping to open an air b&b by the sea in Wales not far from where we live at present. I’ve been married for 40 years next year.. not a creature of change having the same make cars same breed of dogs labradors and Sam me husband but something in me !! Want an adventure and we like you and your family have decided to spend the winter in Spain and summer in the Uk at the air B&B that’s the plan. I was sitting in bed this am and came across your blog…. which leads me to express my deepest thanks for your honesty and humour very similar to mine !
    It has brought a smile to my face even though I’ve only read 5 of your blogs!
    No need to get out of bed I said! Oh I most do this and that no it can wait! I’m bored from being a little lazy… honestly can’t spend every waking moment with my spouse although I love him dearly he is driving me insane my last words to him were you need to put a tag on me if you want to know where I am day & night! I love my independence now the birds have flown the nest. My dogs have never been on so many walks sore paw syndrome.. one is 11 the other 7 a black & yellow lab! They will of course come with us… it’s a very daunting thought of where to begin I loved reading your blogs and quite frankly we sound similar in personality . Your writing ability is awsone you’ve kept me engaged too long in bed and made me smile which is priceless and I just wanted to thank you sincerely. My email id is Sue.tasher@ should you wish? To stay in touch you never know we could be near you in Spain eventually as we’re looking to move to either La Cala de Mihas / Ronda up in the mph rains, Belamadena Pueblo or Nerja the other side of Malaga… lots of luck and love Sue x

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