My neighbour is finally building his own wall after eight years of the sort of resistance to the very notion that one could only describe as dogged.
Back in March 2018 his wife and her lawyer both fibbed to a judge when they 'gave faith' that the relevant paperwork had been filed at the Ayuntamiento — in effect perjuring themselves.
One night the following year (Tuesday October 8, 2019, if one has to be specific), after some shapeless, multidirectional vituperation in the garden, he came up close to the border and held a very loud and very staged altercation with his little boy that went thus:
'Are you going to build the wall Johnny? Are you going to build the fucking wall? Over my dead body.' *
So perhaps you can understand why I've had little sense of optimism that he'd ever be getting around to this basic legal responsibility.
Can't wait to see what the wall looks like when it is done...
* We were having dinner in our colonnaded gallery area when we were treated to this little piece of amateur dramatics. Have to admit I've had that wav file on repeat recently for its sheer entertainment value.