As you can see, the Alarm Cat had a busy weekend. You might also be able to see that it looks like he is getting another patch of black on his nose. The other bit has been there for a couple of years and not got much worse, we will have to keep an eye on this new one and see how he goes.
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Doing the gardening[/caption]
I went on holiday on Saturday, briefly. Down to Pedi at lunchtime for a swim and some humicubation before marching back again for work. It’s hard to relax and unwind though, when you know you have to be at a certain place at a certain time. The only chance of a holiday really is out of season when we can go away, if we can afford to go away. During the summer it would be ideal to be able to take a day off and do nothing on the beach or even visit another island, it’s not currently possible though. Maybe next year. We will see.
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Yialos in July[/caption]
As you might be able to detect, I am not sure what I am blogging about today. The images will probably tell you more about Symi today that I can. It’s actually Sunday morning, as is the usual time for writing Monday’s blog post, and Neil is off walking though the valley with his photo walkers. He may then stop for another swim while I potter around at home, work on draft two of Lonely House and set about making lunch. There’s a treat in store today, chicken salad, as a change from just salad salad. And then, after work, I look forward to my Sunday evening glass of wine at the Rainbow Bar before heading home to watch a new-old film.
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On a photo walk[/caption]
I've nothing planned for the week, not really. Wine night on Monday, and I am going to be a gleek on Wednesday for a while. A friend is coming for some singing practice so I will be required to play the piano. And yes, I did mean to say gleek, not geek. I am only a geek when tinkering with html and web pages, which I don’t really do any more, but I am a gleek when at the piano. I guess if you are one of those players who favour all singing, all dancing keyboards with more buttons and computers on them than they had on Apollo 11, then you might be called a gleek-geek. Though actually, when the word was in use they didn’t have keyboards, let alone buttons and computers, so maybe not.
The Alarm Cat has just come to stand next and become a mumper. He’s making some kind of screeching noise which I think means, ‘stop boring these people and give me my midday kitchen attention’, so I better go and do that or else he will be late for his next nap.
; the act of lying on the ground. (I’m not paying €4.00 for a sunbed for half an hour.)
, Saxon] Musick; or musician.
‘What will you give us? No money, but
The gleek; I will give you the minstre
Romeo and Juliet.
(n.s.) A beggar.