What can I tell you? Grey skies and some rain didn’t stop us from going to dinner at Georgio’s last night, where he had a dish on the menu I’d not seen before; pork baked in the oven with feta and potatoes. Everyone’s favourite dishes are still on, of course, and his chips remain the best on the island, as far as I am concerned. Prior to this, I spent the day writing, reading, and generally pootling about, and today, I have not much on either. Apart from writing another chapter of half thereof, gathering materials to repaint a chest of drawers that’s in the kitchen, wrapping up and putting away heaters and winter things, and maybe, just maybe, opening the summer clothes suitcase under the bed to see what, if anything, is in there, and what, if anything, still fits. That adventure might wait until Sunday. I mean, we must all have something to look forward to.
I thought, as it’s a Friday and I’ve not much else to tell you, a collection of photos in a gallery was the way to go, so here you are.
