As it turned out, we were fine, or we are currently fine, for water. Having said that, Tuesday is a bank holiday, and Wednesday is the May 8th parade, so we’re still favouring what we stored in the buckets over the tank, but as that was full on Monday, we should…
Friday morning
That’s all rather boring, isn’t it? You want to know how the Easter weekend went. The build-up was not as noisy as in previous years, and I wasn’t sure if that was because bangers are costly, outlawed, or simply hard to come by these days, but there didn’t seem to be as many of them going off in the last week. The fireworks and dynamite made up for that, though, and the island fair rocked over the weekend. It rained on Friday night, but that didn’t seem to put anyone off, and otherwise, it was a good-weather weekend. Me being me was in bed by 10 every night, and slept through the explosions, earlier ones of which had rattled the balcony doors right beside where I was sitting.
Bier procession passing the house Friday night.
Sunday, we popped down to the home of our logical family (as opposed to biological family) to have a Sotiris lamb, salads, homemade gigantes, mojitos and other goodies, including some hastily made easter eggs. I was cooking up my gigantes on Sunday morning and remembered we’d not bought the boys Easter eggs. Neil wasn’t having that, so he popped out for some Kinder eggs, tempered some white chocolate, and made marbled spheres with the Kinder surprise inside. He also made a chocolate bowl for them to go in, but it was too delicate for the journey.
A quick hustle in the kitchen and we get these.
Just before we set off, he realised he’d not made the garlic dip he’d promised to, but seven minutes later, that was taken care of too. It was all very Masterchef.
And yesterday, I went for a walk in the morning out onto the hillside and back, and then came home and wrote half a chapter.
A view to inspire, and still very green.
