Burnt my hand yesterday (4th time ) on the fire.
Today, it is rather painful, but I really really tried to do some gardening, but too sore.
So sat in the sun, with a book
The cheese we'd bought at the market was rock hard so spent ages grating it, and it's now in the freezer.
Popped down to the bar, Jose had forgotten to order our rolls
But the cheese lady turned up, so bought some scrummy cheese.
Then the (good) veg man arrived, so bought a kilo of broad beans so I can make favas com chourizo tomorrow
Then found out the Bertalina had fallen over last Saturday, chasing a chicken and broken her leg. She's in her 80's and her poor husband is completely lost without her, but all the locals and neighbours are feeding him, his sons and one grandson have moved up and are taking him to Beja hospital every day.
And the three muskateers, Alberto, Tiago and the other one whose name I have no idea how to pronounce, arrived, with their "summer" hair-cuts Lots of hilarity, as their hair is normally quite long (for Portuguese gentlemen) and they were all dressed in the Sunday best, as it was a special event.
I can honestly say, I love love love living here