That was a good few days ‘off.’ My piano student did me proud, returning to lessons after two months away, playing his Fur Elise flawlessly, and playing through all white note major scales before working out the relative minors and going through them, then concentrating for the rest of the hour on the next technical piece in his grade four book. I was later invited to dinner at Georgio’s taverna, which was filling as always, we saw some friends at the bar, I managed to write a couple more chapters for the next book while releasing the latest in my Victorian mystery series, did some reading, and defrosted the freezer. That’s so much easier to do in warm weather, as all you have to do is turn it off, open the doors, put down some towlels, and three cocktails later, it’s done.
I also took a walk in the grounds to inspect the chilli plantation which is coming along nicely, and admired the roses. They’re doing really well, but will probably need pruning right back later in the year, as will the hibiscus which has got too big for its roots. It produces lots of flowers that don’t open, and hardly any leaves, so it’s going to have a beheading to see whether that sorts it out.
Weatherwise we’re cooling down at last, to the extent that t-shirts might soon be required, and the fan might have to be turned off at night. A little cloud now and then, but no rain to speak of, unlike some other countries further north, and unlike northern Greece the other day. Our turn will come in due course. And that’s about all there is to catch up on as I set off into another week of typing while allegedly resting my tennis elbow, and thinking about taking a walk before work, oh, is that the time, I’ll just write this chapter, and that’s lunch. Ah well. Tomorrow.
