(I’m writing this on Wednesday morning as I have a busy night tonight and I may not be able to get to a post first thing tomorrow. A Blog post that is, not a gate post, a postal post or… well never mind.)
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The mainly sleeping village[/caption]
Actually I am still in the habit of writing your today’s post yesterday, as it fits better with my summer schedule. Take today (Tuesday) for example. The phone alarm went off at 5.30, some kind of alternative disco-jazz-funk sounds complete with vibration. This was in the bedroom, meanwhile the other phone was doing something slightly more tuneful in the sitting room. It was pitch black and I was right in the middle of a dream about a dinner I once had with Kinny Gardner and how it was not tax deductible, and how I’d missed my connecting flight at Guernsey on my way from Kalymnos to home on Symi and so would have to stay overnight. I woke up thinking, ‘Why didn’t I get the boat?’
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Cloud over Turkey[/caption]
Anyway, after a quick scramble around for squeaky trainers, half socks, a t-shirt that didn’t smell of yesterday’s sweat, some water and, of course, after feeding the cat his first breakfast, we were out on the road and up even before the ‘rosy-fingered dawn’, as Homer so suggestively put it in The Odyssey. Up onto the road via the museum and upper Horio route, and out to the Kantina, and beyond. ‘To infinity and beyond…’ Past the bridge, past ‘picture corner’, along to the fork in the road and up to where the old Red Stripe van used to be, and then up another level half way towards the blue house which may or may not have something to do with telecommunications, radios, or spying where we stopped just as Sotiris and Mohamed drove past practically applauding.
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Goat on a slippery slope[/caption]
That's far enough before the sun comes up, and of course you have to come back down again. The sun finally came up as we hit the top, flat road again, towards Periotisa and the upper village. (I didn’t take the camera today, so these pics are from previous days. I know you've been missing the early morning shots.)
Back home the schedule is then: making the lemon in hot water drink while giving the cat his second breakfast (really just showing him his leftovers), and then sparking up the computer for the day’s messages, admin and typing. Meanwhile Neil is in the other room making all kinds of strange noises and doing things that are apparently good for you. And then, after Jack has had his third accompanied visit to the kitchen, it’s time to get some writing done. That’s then followed by these blog posts, followed by preparing something for lunch, any housework that needs ignoring, and a midday doze/siesta (cat willing) before ironing a short, having lunch, a shower, and heading off to work at three.
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And Happy Birthday Harry[/caption]
And today, Wednesday remember, that is all then followed by a singing ‘lesson’ (accompanying a signer who wishes to practice), and a walk down to Pedi for Harry’s birthday party. Yes it’s time for a seven year old party and the theme today is Pirates and Princesses. I've already explained how all my princess outfits are at the dry cleaner, but how I might be able to wangle a pirate hash-up out of things found in the wardrobe. Thoroughly looking forward to that but also hoping I can get home at a sensible hour so as to rinse and repeat all of the above tomorrow, starting at 5.30. I don’t suppose seven year olds party late into the night do they? Oh, they do? Maybe I’ll just sleep on the beach and go for a swim before Rosy starts doing whatever she does with Dawn tomorrow morning…