Preparing

At last, I have some out-and-about photos to share with you today and tomorrow. After that, I shall be taking some days off over Christmas, though I might pop in to share some of the festivities before returning in the New Year. Before putting those images up, I need to let you know that the next mystery is now available in paperback and Kindle. So, if you are interested, follow this link and it should take you to your nearest Amazon store:

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And so, to yesterday, when we walked down the steps to Yialos to do some shopping. First, at the ‘new’ supermarket, aka, ‘Sam’s Supermarket’ because he worked there once. Then, to the post office, wine shop, other shops, anywhere you could legally part with money, and then a pit stop at the café on the corner, where Sam is now working for the winter, so that will soon be called ‘Sam’s Café’, no doubt. After a very nice cup of coffee there, we took a taxi back up with Konstantinos, and were home by eleven. Talking of the godboys as I half was just then, they are coming for supper this evening. Rather, H is stopping after his piano lesson to cook with me, and big bro is turning up later for some totally inappropriate banter, maybe a game of cards, and a general ‘let your hair down while you’ve still got some’ evening. In preparation for that, I should go and prepare to do some more shopping, this time up in the village, and leave you with some shots of yesterday.

Yialos on a Wednesday morning in December.
Yialos on a Wednesday morning in December.
Many shops and businesses are closed for the winter.
Many shops and businesses are closed for the winter.
But the essentials are still available.
But the essentials are still available.
As I said, the essentials are still available. In this case, Baileys for Christmas Day (Jenine).
As I said, the essentials are still available. In this case, Baileys for Christmas Day (Jenine).
The lad at work. Can't really call him a god-boy these days, and god-man might go to his head.
The lad at work. Can’t really call him a god-boy these days, and god-man might go to his head.