I am exhausted with the lunatic paperchase to gather all the right permissions in order to simply move two donkeys from Sierra Bernia, just twenty miles away, to here.
We don’t have a proper half term break from school, but just this Monday and Tuesday, and then back to school on Wednesday. I spent the whole day so far obtaining one of the many pieces of paper I need, i.e. the plan with the geographical coordinates of the small plot of land on which I wish to place my two donkeys.
The major challenge of the day has been trying to establish contact with a company in Valencia that removes dead farm animals. I have to prove that I have a contract in place to remove any dead animals before any live animals can be allowed here! The man on the telephone in Valencia speaks so rapidly, with such a rough accent, that I cannot understand a word he is saying.
Tomorrow I am going to the Ministry of Agriculture with most of my paperwork complete, but I cannot fill in the section about the dead animals contract because I don’t know what the man is saying… At the end of my ridiculously short half term break, I will either have wasted my time or I can finally move my donkeys here. Who knows?
The next opportunity will be Easter. The office times for all these glorious burroeaucratic donkey arrangements coincide with school hours, so I have to wait for the next holiday before trying again.
It is wearing. No wonder donkeys are fading away and becoming an endangered species… Nobody can spend the time on the paperwork.