Ah, Friday!
Well, as I work for myself the weekend doesn’t mean a weekend anymore, I can work when I want, and that tends to be every day, so there are no weekends for me unless I want to take one on a Monday and Tuesday, or split one and have Wednesday and Friday off. I tend not to; there’s always something to write or write about. Like yesterday’s trip to Yialos for a big adventure. Not so big actually, just getting a Nominos Kritikos from the town hall for one of the godboys so he can start the process of getting his driving license. Driving license? Where did those 16 years go?
While down in the harbour, we stopped for lunch with some friends – Trata this time – and watched the world go by for a while before taking a taxi up as Neil needed to be at work. (Thank you, Pete and Pauline, for letting us go first; owe you one.) When I say work, I mean a social afternoon in the square chatting to all and sundry and pulling the occasional pint.
The photos today aren’t wonderful as some were on the zoom on my €150 phone, but it made a change to see a tour group taking an often un-walked path above the harbour to get some better views. Could do with a few more making it up the Kali Strata to the village. Next year, maybe. And as for the rest of today… Sweep the courtyard, hang the washing out, shopping, a couple of thousand words of something, and look for a good documentary on the History channel for some downtime. No need to celebrate the weekend, for reasons explained above, and actually, I very often forget what day it is anyway, but that might simply be age.
