I just saw someone almost knock down a woman and her baby in a pushchair as they tried to cross the road with the green man. Here it is allowed to make a right turn even when there is a pedestrian crossing around the corner with the green light on for pedestrians. I imagine you are supposed to look first to see if there are real human beings already on the road as you swing your car round the bend but today a man in a large car didn´t bother with such niceties – after all he was in a hurry to arrive at the pre-school to collect his granchild!
What surprised me was how everyone reacted – the woman just pulled back her pushchair to let the car past, the other people also stepped back but carried on chatting, the man in the car drew up a few yards further on and calmly went to the school to find his child.
I seemed to be the only one feeling angry. I considered yelling at him but in the end came here to the locutorio to write about it.

Next time we’ll walk across the causeway that appears at low tide and visit the castle and the gardens!

What a relief!  Blue and Mazey safely back home minus a total of 12 teeth. Soft food, a warm fire and a long sleep will hopefully help them forget the traumas of cages, injections and abandonment in the vets.

Tomorrow it is my turn!  Far less traumatic but I have to visit the hospital for yet another consultation with the urologist about my kidney stones. I mention this here as it is one of several bureaucratic frustrations that I can’t seem to break past. Catalunya widely advertises that every resident is entitled to a Health Card – a Tarjeta Sanetaria which allows free access to all medical care just as in the UK – but for some reason this does not apply to British Nationals.  I am officially resident in Granollers (empadronated) but I don’t have a Social Security number so apparently I can’t have a Health card unless I give up my right to use the National Health Service in the UK.  But I spend quite a a bit of time in Cornwall each year so I don’t want to lose my entitlement to treatment here. Especially because of a history with kidney stones which have a tendency to creep up on me and suddenly go BOO!
I have a friend in Italy who is registered both there and in Cornwall, I know others from the EU who have children so are automatically given their own card, and everyone in my Catalan class have cards even though they are not working, but I can’t get one. So, when I come back here I have to go for X Rays and blood tests and hospital visits which will only lead to more appointments and more flights between Barcelona and Bristol.
Hopefully tomorrow will give me the all clear and I can shelve the problem for another few months.

Meanwhile, the sun is shining and both Blue and Mazey are taking comfort from lying in the warmth.