Well finally, all our guests have gone home and our house is almost back to normal.

Our daughter Emma and granddaughter Felicity had a lovely time, and it was an emotional goodbye at the airport.

They had been hoping to come earlier in the year, whilst the weather was warmer. The weather wasn't bad, but we only managed one day when it was actually warm enough for them to have a swim.

We had a few nice evenings out in the village enjoying an evening of Tapas, and even sat out until almost midnight a few times, enjoying the warm night time air, listening to the hum of the crickets.

Since they returned to the UK however, we have all been very busy.

Both Greg and I have been asked to help a local company launch some new newspaper titles over here.

It isn't practical to deliver free papers to individual properties, so they leave bundles of them close to shops and supermarkets where ex pats tend to visit, and they disappear very quickly.

It's funny how the Brits love to pick up any reading material that they can lay their hands on, they really are read from cover to cover.

So much for the easy lifebetween dashing backwards and forwards to the airport, running around showing houses to people, and trying to fit a lot of other things into the few spare hours we have had, we haven't really had much time to catch our breath!

Yesterday we had a terrific storm. The heavens opened and we had about three inches of rain in just short of an hour. Everywhere was flooded.

The usually dry riverbed, close to our house was flowing rapidly for the first time in months. The streets in the town were like little streams all finding their way to the lowest point.. unfortunately, the lowest point will often be some one's living room, and you see little old ladies sweeping it back out of the door.

Whilst I remember, talking about houses and little old ladiesI recently visited a village near us called Seron, we had a house for sale there.

Whilst Greg was unlocking the door to the house, I glanced around to see a little old lady sat in her living room next to the fire, peeling a bowl of potatoes.

To the left of her, was her donkeyyes you did read that correctly!

Tethered to a metal ring on the wall of the living room, was a huge white donkey, its huge bottom, faced me! So to anyone who says the Spanish do not look after their pets and animalstry explaining that one!