From. Helen Simpson 

Just to inform you of things that go on in Arboleas which you may be interested to know. 

For a short while now, 350 school children were welcomed by Analia Beranek Avila, the Owner of Bowlera Bowling & Staff.

The School is Velazquez Albox. This is an Infants and Primary School. The School also caters for Children with Special needs.

The school pays for it.

The children have an English breakfast and a game of bowling. It has been on going for a few days in groups of around 50. The last 50 is on Tuesday.

They come by bus at around 9.45 .It is all done before the bowling opens at 12. 

Honestly  they love it and oh they do like an English Breakfast.

Childrens Parties can be booked at the Bowling Centre.

???Nos comunica la empresa gestora de los servicios postales de GALASA que el próximo Miércoles 22 de Junio, de 09:30 a 13:30 horas, estará su agente notificadora en las dependencias del Ayuntamiento para entregar los recibos del agua del último bimestre de los contribuyentes que viven en alguna de las barriadas de Arboleas. 

???We would like to communicate that the Company that represent the postal service of Galasa will be at the Town Hall on Wednesday the 22nd of June between 9.30-13.30pm to deliver all the bills of the residents in the distinct hamlets of Arboleas.

Trouble finding Henry's car key today for Jos Biggs. Oh dear !!

I greatly admire those people who are so tidily minded and tidily mannered that they can put their hand on any named object in their possession immediately and without hesitation. 

I have tried - oh how I have tried - to emulate their excellent example, but oh how I have failed!

It’s not so bad when I succumb to natural untidiness, the problem arises when I tidy up. Previously everything might have been in a disordered muddle, but at least I knew where in that muddle everything was. Now that I have tidied up I can’t find a thing!

I frequently mislay Henry’s key. It should be ‘anging on the ‘ook in the ‘all, but often it isn’t. So undismayed I will delve into the most recently used handbag, and I will find it nestled in there somewhere.

Yesterday I mislaid Henry’s key. It wasn’t on the ‘ook in the ‘all, so I looked in the usual suspect, the handbag - it wasn’t there either.

I knew it must be somewhere on the property because Henry was, and Henry won’t go anywhere at all unless he has his key.

I settled down to search - all the handbags, all the pockets, all the nooks and crannies capable of hiding a car key, but it was not to be found.

I went to bed with the key still unfound. It’ll turn up, I told myself, and until it does I’ll use Henry’s second key.

I resolutely squashed the thought that if it didn’t turn up I’d have to ask Renault for a second key, as the second key had become the first key, leaving an opening for a third key which would become a second key.

Come on, keep up!

Today I needed to go out. Just for the look of it I searched the handbags again - no key.

It HAS to be in the raffia handbag, the last used handbag. But I’ve already looked twice, and it isn’t.

My temper was beginning to fray, so I looked again, just to prove it wasn’t there. I delved vigorously into the little pocket that all handbags have - I had previously riffled through this same pocket without success, but this time I subjected it to an in-depth excavation. And there it was - concealing itself within the folds of a tissue!

I’m not sure whether it was the tissue that concealed the key or whether the key hid itself inside the tissue!

Ha! There you are, you little b…eauty! I said as I fished it out of its hiding place.

I think it deliberately hid itself inside that tissue!