Then home to bed, and I've everything apparently under control (I don't like to tempt fate!), for lunch with friends who are coming round, good food, good wine, good company.
However, that is only one side of the story. Yesterday afternoon we received the news that Antonio López, a neighbour, had died. He was a lovely man, what the Spanish would call un buen hombre, he was in his eighties and we knew that he had not been at all well.
In accordance with the Spanish custom, Antonio's funeral and burial will be held this afternoon at four thirty.
Let light perpetual shine on him. May he rest in peace, to rise in glory.