Humble Pie.

No, that was Steve wasn't it? Before he burned the house down. No, this is about another kind of face, sort of. Not a small one. Chuck Woww will be intrigued to learn that ex-gravedigger Rod has been visiting a neighbour of mine.

A quarter K up the hill from me -as stone the crows fly- is a huge place the size of an army barracks. The owner of this beautiful villa is quite a nice guy: his wife used to take Spanish classes with my wife. She told me once, at a party at their Spanish teacher's house in the campo, that I was the only person she knew with longer hair than Rick.

Anyway, that's the cat out of the bag: the humble pie is the one I'm eating. The Quo man really does live in the area. He hasn't bought the Venta, though. Pity.