This is a week of seasonal round-ups over at Older Mummy in a Muddle. The season is winter which surely to goodness is nearly behind us now.
Driving up the hill this morning, after dropping Bibsey off at guardaría, I was considering what I might write about winter and then had to stop to think how many winters we have been here in Spain. This is our FOURTH. My goodness where has the time gone?
The first was the winter of the the Bibsey Bump. And of the worst rain on record. The rain in Spain is mainly under-anticipated in my opinion. I call it denial.
The second was the winter of breast feeding and of cold and mould and damp (all the while muttering “slum landlord” sotto voce). We spent Bibsey’s first Christmas in Germany with my sister and family. It was a veritable soup of germs that nobody escaped unscathed.
The third was the winter of my discontent. Veil drawn. We were warm and dry though.
So this is our fourth winter since moving to Spain. Christmas and New Year in England with all the family and friends. The Christmas of Clippy cloppy shoes, Tinkerbell, ballet shoes, Peppa Pig and Shrek. In the Alpujarras it has been a winter of many bright sunny days and cold stary nights. And the venturing forth of Bibsey in to the wide wide Spanish speaking world of guardaría.
Please note the look of love as Bibsey beholds the clippy cloppy shoes, fresh from her stocking, for the very first time.
But mostly it has been the winter of wind up here on the mountain. Relentless, noisy, scary, internet and electricity tampering wind. Wind that could blow for days and then just stop as if someone had switched it off. Wind that destroys gardens and garden furniture and that spreads your washing all over the campo. Windy wind. So we have mostly been complaining about that.
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