I stopped by a house this afternoon to pick up my tools; here was me trying to be pro-active..yeah.. remind me not to use that word and Me in the same sentence again. Anyway, I stopped there, and lo and behold, there was my business associate swinging from a chandalier, tap dancing, and juggling live fish.
Our jobs can be complicated.. Anyway I stopped and proffered aide..another Marty.
The problem is says I, the battery in the water heater is dead, we just need to remove this little pin and the battery will slide out, we can replace it easy peasy and the ignition element will be right as rain.
WRONG again. Did I stop? Oh no my friends.. I carried on.
Out came the pin followed by about 50 litres of water. Okay, so now water is pulsating from the water heater, spilling its load all over the kitchen counters, cupboards, floors and 3 year olds. Did I mention there were small children? Quick says I, we have to turn off the water, where is the valve? (Geography 101). I place my finger in the opening and promptly get completely drenched. Water off I cry.. we must turn the water off. Where is the valve, where is the shut off valve. Not that I am panicking of course. Outside someone cries.. out I go. Need a key to the box we do. (did I mention how complicated living in Spain can be?) Off goes the water, in goes the plug, and then 20 minutes of mopping.
To the bar cries I!
Which all leads me to my original thought. We went to a pub called the Asador on the main drag in Salobreña and had 3 beers each topped up with plenty of Tapas, and all for only 9 euros. There were two of us and the tapas were great!
Check it out. Happy New Year.. side note.. Heloise is in no way responsible for the water heater incident.. I did that all by myself!
She made me say that.