CHAOSTOCOSMOS

Tuesday, 7 August 2007

The scent of barbecued pine

Actually, isn't as nice as you expect it to be when it's related to the biggest fire in Tenerife's recent history that affected an area equivalent to 13,882 soccer pitches (over 28,000 of the American type.)

Yes, you worked out that I like measurements I can "get my head round", like cups and handfuls in cooking rather than anonymous numbers.

Anyway, having been one of the thousands who were evacuated last week, is one "excuse" why I haven't posted. Nothing has calmed down yet since getting home. Yesterday and this morning we were without electricity for 14 hours, internet connections have been erratic and, I'm constantly in demand to give local information, do translations, etc., which have taken priority.

I haven't even done my August food shopping yet and it's already the 7th: the milk ran out last Friday, but I've no doubt that black coffee is slimming, even if I detest it. Now I'm down to one remaining pre-cooked frozen meal I had prepared last month, which means it cannot be put off much longer.

But it occurs to me, I aught to be able to come up with some wonderful tip about how to cope alone in an emergency, like when you are evacuated from your home at 5 a.m. with nothing much more than what you stand up in and, not knowing what, if anything, you will still have when you go back.

#1. When there is nobody to help you, panicking is not an option!

Your needs and the things you would want to save will likely be different from mine. Over the years, I've found that my mind focuses when it gets put under pressure. Yours may not. You may save yourself some anguish later by placing needed items somewhere together where they can be grabbed easily, or at least making a list of those items and their locations.

What I chose to take was one change of clothes, a backup of my computer (I hadn't actually done this successfully, but I THOUGHT I had), four cats, a dog and all my important documents, including insurance policies.

In future, I will have these handy, all in once place and I now know how important it is to know the phone numbers of places that will take pets, transport that will carry them and friends who will put up "refugees".

For the rest of August, I think the menu will be salad. Just in case!

In truth, I don't know when I shall be able to get back to something that might vaguely resemble a normal schedule here and I really need to take some time off this month too, but rest assured this blog is not abandoned.

Pamela is a former accountant, recovering journalist and international cat herder, disabled and chronically sick with Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, Fibromyalgia and Cervical spondylosis, fluent in three languages; English, Spanish and Rubbish. Mostly writes in the latter. She likes Genealogy, Model Railways and Cats.

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