Well I really thought we were done with this. Other mistakes recently include thinking that it was only me who suffered from stupid tart syndrome. Now I know it’s infectious especially with your nearest and dearest.
Cue an earlier conversation (as best I can recall) in January when leaving Italy:-
Mr JCR – ‘Shall we shut the water off at the mains, in case of a pipe burst?’
JCR – ‘Well we’ve been coming here for 14 years, and every Winter we do, and nothing’s ever happened.’
Mr JCR – ‘Yes, even that year when the snow was 3 metres high, the house was okay.’
JCR – ‘Yes, it’ll be fine.’
Except it wasn’t and it isn’t. Last year we came back somewhat unexpectedly after having being burgled. Not ideal, we lost lots of stuff and as such the house is now like a mini prison with cameras and alarms and sensors everywhere.
One of these cameras enables us to see the perimeter and hear noises. We do get alerts and from time to time we check the video to hear the sound of birdsong and not much else. To our surprise this year the birdsong did seem a bit noisier than usual, especially given the severity of the Winter.
That’s because it wasn’t birdsong. It was the unhappy sound of a burbling brook of water cascading from our external water supply, for heaven alone knows how long. Our side of the water meter unfortunately and we’ve found that we’ve used double the quantity of water for all the time we’ve been here. That’s crudely 28 years of normal water usage in a maximum of 3 months.
We’ve also just calculated how much that is going to cost us, and let’s just say my fund-raising target for Alzheimers is less cash than the upcoming water bill. So if you see a crowdfunding site with an appeal for raising funds for water relief and are tempted to chip in, just beware, it could be me and Mr JCR scamming you to pay our water bill!
Back to today, and after an unplanned day of water mains fixing etc, it was time to go for a run. Out into the hills on a nice sunny day – down the Slope of Hope, everything was fine and dandy, and then I turned into the Hill That Kills. Oops I had forgotten that in this quest to do 2018km, I hadn’t specifically factored in the hills of Le Marche. Blimey it was tough and I did have to take a breather half way through it, I continued into Lover’s Lane towards Villa Bali, which was teeming with teenagers, all looking cool and lounging on the grass, chatting and then a middle aged sweaty woman shuffled past.
I think they were instagramming, I hope to goodness the usual middle-aged woman’s cloak of invisibility was working. Turning round, I ran back to the house to get a change of clothing. The Beast from the East is no more, but his mate the Witch of the West had appeared with some rather warm weather, turning me and my face the same colour as my fuchsia pink top. A quick change into capris and a vest top and I continued, back down the Slope of Hope and onto the Bendy, Scary Road.
Fairly uneventful today, I dodged a few cars, but the buses were great they gave me a wide berth. I had hit the 8km mark and realised that now my drinking habits need to change once more – I need to be drinking more water, which is bloody ironic, considering we can no longer afford any.
At the 10km mark, I thought running in the sun is lovely, but I needed a quick pit stop at our local cafe bar to buy water – yes I know the irony is growing. On my way to meet Mr JCR at the bank, a cyclist went past me and said ‘Lei e bella’, which is you are beautiful – this is fairly standard practice in Italy, men complimenting women randomly. What’s not is that he was aiming it at me, and I was the only woman in view. Maybe he works for the water company and thought he’d make me feel a bit better.
All in all I did just over 12km, and am now trying to work out if I can run distances that involve no perspiration, so I can start washing with wet wipes.
My final takeout on this unhappy incident – never, ever, ever, ever leave your house for any length of time without switching the water off at the mains. Never, ever, ever think that 14 years of experience in a foreign country, means you know something.
And to friends and family, I’m really, really, really sorry about the coin-operated shower and bathroom facilities, but needs must.
The pics are non sequitur – the Bunga Bunga cafe was on my last run in London and as Silvio Berlusconi is famous for his Bunga Bunga parties, it made me think of here. The pic of Mr JCR mowing our now non-jungle is just to show some glorious sun and daisies, which I’ve missed a lot, whilst we’ve overwintered.
Chelsea Dagger – The Fratellis
You Love Us – The Manics
Mercy – Duffy
Let’s Dance – David Bowie
Dreaming Of Me – Depeche Mode
Master And Servant – Ditto
Dancing In The Dark – The Boss
This Girl – Kungs
Hot In The City – Billy Idol
Joan Of Arc – OMD
World in Motion – New Order
Sign Of The Times – Harry Styles
Girl From Mars – Ash
Back To Black – Amy Winehouse
Rehab – Ditto
is She Really Going Out With Him – Joe Jackson
Help Me Rhonda – Beach Boys
Einstein A Go-Go – Landscape
Everyday I Love You Less And Less – Kaiser Chiefs
Everything Must Go – The Manics
Let’s Stick Together – Bryan Ferry
Rumour Has It – Adele
It’s Raining Men – The Weather Girls
China Girl – David Bowie
Glory Days – The Boss
Average Pace 6:56 (mins/km)
Elevation Gain – 59 metres (all at the beginning ow)
Kms Done to date 586.94km
Kms to do 1431.06