It's not fair!
We visited the local tax office yesterday, anyone who has not lived in Spain had probably never visited a tax office, I never had before we moved here. There is SO much paperwork and boorockrassy here it seems you have to go to a different feds office every five minutes. To get any sort of registration or talk to the tax buggers you have to go the local Ayuntamiento (town hall) and get an up to date copy of your Padron certificate that proves you live in your house. Then you go to the national police, SUMA ( tax administration office) or Hacienda (another fecking tax office). If you have your NIE (Foreign Identity Number) certificate, your TIE (Spanish Residency Card),Passport, Padron certificate, Escritura compra (copy of the thing you got from the notary when you bought your house) then they will tell you they need an up to date marriage certificate less than 3 months old and everything has to be translated into Spanish by a feds approved translator even if your lawyer has done the translations! Farking blimey! OK, that was the cops down in Torrivieja when we applied for our first residency, they were not nice. The local feds are very nice and the tax office is never busy.
Why am I ranting about it not being fair? Our visit yesterday was to take a letter we received addressed to the previous owner. We were a bit concerned because any debts, unpaid taxes, fines etc. stay with the house, so we would have to pay. But, this letter was telling the previous owner that they owed him money and wanted to pay him back. Hold the fecking bus! If he owes them money we have to pay it but if they owe him money then we don't get the wedge! Barstewrads!
An another thing... this heatwave is getting boring now. I used to like getting up early int the morning and going for a ride on my bike in the cool air. At 5.30 this morning It was 30 fucking degrees C with a humidity of fucking loads ( 95%, so fuck that, I'm staying inside in the airconditioned comfort.
I still love living in Spain, but I do enjoy carrying on with the famous British pastime of whingeing about everything and anything, that reminds me, it's fucking fiesta season and the night before last I was woken up at fucking midnight by the loudest fireworks I have ever heard, it went on for hours. We live in a very small village that makes a very big noise when the fiestas are happening. 3 people killed so far in the Valencian community this year, one just up the road from us, in the very mental, 'Running of the Bulls'. Oh dear, no ta, running in front of a load of very umpty bulls to show how brave you are? Mad as fuck.