As Unclear as Mud
Saturday, April 2, 2022 @ 6:13 AM
Once, back in the Dark Ages, when I had an after-school detention, I was told to write an essay entitled "Mud".
What? I thought the teacher was taking the p**s - he wasn't!
That was 60 years ago and I can no longer recall what I wrote, but I know I found it difficult at the time.
If that were now, however, March 2022, I would have had plenty to write about, what with all the Saharan barro that has been deposited on us, our houses, our cars, our streets, our gardens and all the produce growing there.
Elderly locals say they've never seen anything like it.
On the first dry day, nearly all the neighbours were outside with their Kaerchers and hoses washing their houses down. "If you don't get it off before it dries, you'll never remove it," said one solemnly.
Local house painters, Emilio and Miguel, are rubbing their hands with glee at the prospect of all the work repainting houses that they're going to get this coming summer. One wag suggested I should come out of retirement and set up as a house painter.
No chance - I'm far too busy!