Well, I am back to it after two weeks away visiting family, resting the withered arm, and spending money we don’t have. How long I will be here for remains to be seen, but today, I am coming to you live from the kitchen, because it’s not worth trying to heat the other part of the house for only a few hours each morning. Not right now. I’ve had a lot going on, I’ve a lot to do, and I am behind on my writing, so this blog, and others that might follow, will be short.
We were out for dinner on Saturday night and took a trip down the lane to Niki’s Kitchen, which now has an upstairs dining room to go along with the outside seating in the summer. There’s nothing much that beats a classic Greek village taverna in the winter. The long welcome chat, the board with chalked menu, the ‘I’ll be downstairs, just bang on the floor when you want me,’ and of course, the good food.
There’s also nothing much that beats a high-school fund-raiser rebetika night at a more modern place like Scena, where Harry’s class was raising money for their end of school (and we mean, no more school ever after this June) trip to the exotic climbs of… Well, Rhodes, apparently because they can’t afford to go further afield. A great evening out, good food, music and company, and now, on to work.
