The volume of painting dropped dramatically today, no big fat surprise, what with work and having to take Eldest to BCN to shop for clothing, oh, and the man threw his back WAY out and has been bound to the couch all day. Poor thing honestly, I've never seen him in so much pain.
I went running this morning and forgot to pee before I left. That was problem one. Problem two was that it is mushroom season here, one of the most exceptional mushroom seasons in AGES. On top of that Spanish unemployment is pretty darned high too, so you know who the mountains were full of? MEN! (How dare they) hunting mushrooms
This poor girl couldn't find a bush to pee behind without some guy with a basket popping up in the search for the ultimate bolet!
All was forgiven though when a friend arrived at work. He's also unemployed, and profitably spent his morning in the mountain hunting mushrooms. This is only a little bit of what he found, but can I say that it was a stupendous lunch we had!
They're called 'trumpetes de mort', Death's trumpet, they are, however, most delicious and not dangerous at all.