Three times I have returned to my apartment to find a carrier bag with eggs in it hanging on the door knob.
The fourth time was earlier today when I opened the door without noticing the bag of eggs on the floor.........they were nearly scrambled !
All the eggs have been in date, so, not to look a gift horse ( or hen ) in the mouth, I have used the said eggs in my cake baking.
Haaaaaaaa, I hear you ask.....................where did those eggs come from ?
Well, I wondered that too, especially as most of the holiday makers I know have gone back to rainier climes.
The mystery was solved this afternoon by the appearence of an owner ( with more eggs !! ). Apparently he looks after several apartments, the owners of which had left the eggs, so he was recycling them knowing of my affinity with cake baking.
The TV, or lack of it, is still causing El Presidente nightmares. He had watched the whole of the first series of New Tricks on DVD and is well into the second series.
Owners are still ringing the doorbell and expecting him to work miracles, but alas, the situation is beyond his earthly powers.
Our resident 'know all' has got a job in the evenings but is still managing to 'control' the pool cleaners in the day time, I'm surprised that with his vast 'knowledge' of how to clean the pool he hasn't got a job with them. Instead he has a bar job, which is just another place for El Presidente and moi to avoid !!
Just off to do poached eggs on toast for tea................................
