Wood and crazy

19th December

Right, it's Monday. No excuses today. Must get car and wood. Vilja says 'oh, just borrow mine', but then forgets and thinks her carer might need it. I start phoning around, walk miles to garage on wild car hire chase, and we finally agree that we will have to go to Sotogrande, la Linea, or Gib to get one. At least one hour each way. But it is now after 2.00 and everything is closed again. Vilja's friend Louis who has looked after her this last couple of weeks, is leaving tomorrow for his home town of Sydney which we gather later Is due to a disagreement with Vilja. He offers to take JC to the wood place for logs.

An hour later there is much noise and shouting as Vilja comes striding into our bit, through our garden and out the back door to the river where Jc and Louis have just arrived with the wood lorry and a TON of wood! Vilja starts yelling at the wood boys who by now are hurling the logs out of the truck onto the slope beside the house." Who is going to carry them up here? Where will they be stored? I think you will have to take them back to the yard". Jc then quietly explains to her that it is not her wood, and not her problem. She flounces off. But Oh No, she's back. "This is where they will have to go, Mandy, come here and help me with this tarpaulin."

I am now thinking other things about what is going to go where and also about how long we are likely to be staying as well as how many fires we are going to have to have to burn ALL this wood.

A fun evening was spent with Jc and I stacking hundreds of logs alongside our little house.

We had just finished when Louis appeared with the car keys. He explained he was leaving that evening and could I go round in the morning and ensure she took the pills that he will leave out on the bar for her. OH GOD, the paying guests have now become the carers!!



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