I am just this second back from paying the phone bill. This used to be a case of going down to town, collecting the post, taking it back up the hill, opening it, finding the bill, going back down the next day with the bill, to find the OTE office closed, going home again, going back down the next day – rinse and repeat ad infinitum – find the office open one day, queue, pay and have a beer (somewhere else). Now, it’s a case of clicking a link and paying. Sorted.
So, the weekend… In Yialos on Friday to have lunch with the godson…
That was one of his dishes, not mine. Me and seafood don’t mix. Although we lived by the sea (and sometimes it lived in our house because the house was below sea level and if there was a very high tide or a storm it would come over the sea wall…) and although we used to go shrimping and eat whelks etc. from stalls along the seafront, I can’t do that anymore. I once had oysters in Selfridges and was off work for two weeks. My first time on Symi, I tried the Symi shrimps, and woke during the night to expel everything (if you see what I mean) and to discover myself covered in great red lumps, sweating like mad, and all rather worrying. Two cans of Fanta lemon and two large bottle s of water later, and there was no need for an airlift but I was still slightly perturbed. Can’t even stand the smell now, so no, I don’t do things that are either still in or have come from shells.
Other weekend events included watching the recording of Live Aid on the TV, and looking out for Neil who was right at the front somewhere. Meanwhile, I was driving in from Wiltshire to collect friends at Barron’s Court to drive them across town to somewhere beyond Walthamstow for a party I didn’t want to go to, and by ten that evening, I was asleep in my car. A fantastic day only made bearable by listening to Radio One.
This was the sunrise this morning.
As for any other weekend news… A couple more chapters done on the next story… we had water in on Saturday (unusually) so I was able to have a shower… I made a Caesar salad dressing… Er… Um… No. That’s it. It’s the adopted godson’s birthday today (22), and we hope to catch a rare glimpse of him for a drink on his way to work. Or, I should say, on his way back to work as he works a double shift and does approximately 12 hours a day in a hot kitchen. So, next time you’re having a seafood platter when it’s 37° outside, spare a thought for those who are preparing it for you at 40° + inside.
