Resident in Spain

We have been in Spain a couple of years now and we both have NIE numbers (National Insurance numbers) that were required so that we could purchase a villa and open a bank account to be ‘officially in Spain (despite being an EEC resident) takes more. We needed to become fully resident.
We found a English/Spanish translator (Mark from Liverpool) previously when Theresa had her handbag stolen, and from conversations with him we knew we had other documents to be obtained.
We needed a Residentia. This is an official document allowing us to reside in Spain. Mark also said that having got our residentia we could get a Padron each. A padron is the English equivalent of the Electoral role and means we can vote, but more importantly get us a SIP card. The SIP card allows us access to the Spanish NHS. (I hope you are following this, because it gets more complicated).
So we started off, with Marks help, in getting a residential. Mark got the forms and filled them in and we trooped off to our Area Administration Offices to get registered. Taking our forms, our passports, our NIE, copies of the house deeds (all 72 pages) and 80 Euros each. Having got there and queued in the English tradition (there is no Spanish one and when you add the Germans, Rumanians and Russians into the mix, please imagine the bedlam).
Anyway after waiting for 2 hours we got to the desk had the forms scrutinised and stamped we received our residential. Total time including travel, parking and waiting time 4 hours.
The next day The Lady of the Villa and I went of to the local town hall to get our Padron. Carrying our Residentia, copy of our NIE’s and copy of the deeds to the house (yes all 72 pages). While waiting we looked at the residentia and found that Theresa was living at no 72 Calle (Street) Ebro while I was at no 19 (She was correct). This we thought was going to be a problem at the desk.
It was not. The lady took out a large scale map and asked us to point to our plot. We did and she produced our Padrons (after scrutiny of our documents). The Padron said we lived at no 72 Calle Guardiana! Although we had been told by the builders we lived on Ebro we don’t. (Please remember that all the documents at our Area Administration Offices had stated our address as Ebro (as we thought it was) - Bugger.
Never mind, we went off to the local Hospital to queue again for our SIP cards, got to the front with our Padrons and explained what we wanted and were promptly asked for our UK E111 cards, which by sheer luck we had, so we got our SIP cards. They last 6 months and we have to go back and renew them every 6 months just like the Spaniards do. Weird.
A couple of days later we got in touch with Mark  and when I explained to him all the address problems, he just laughed, he had seen it before. He could fix all the documentation more or less online once the documents as they stood were on file which could take 3 to 6 months.
Anyway we are now fully registered in Spain. Next we are off to the Tax offices to sort out our Spanish Tax.