Well, yesterday was a varied day for sure. After reading some newspapers from 1893, and searching out ballooning accidents and related crimes, I took a walk up to the top of the village and down the road. All very civilised and peaceful.
After lunch, the piano lesson went very well, I am pleased to say, and we started on the 3rd movement of the sonata, the first being all but in place bar upping the tempo while keeping the accuracy. Trills are also improving. That was followed by the youngest Yiannis from Lefteris’ Kafeneion having his first birthday party in the square.
That was followed by a film back at home and a reasonably early night, ten, I think it was. At 2.17, we were woken by the house shaking thanks to a 5.9 earthquake just the other side of the peninsular from us. As you can see from the list of other tremors down the right hand side of this graphic, the ground is constantly grumbling, but not usually so vociferously. The actual event was immediately followed by the phones going off with an earthquake warning, so I dragged myself out of bed to turn them off, only to have them stop when I reached the sitting room.
Returning to bed, I then had a dream about being back in Dalston, East London, where we had rented an Airbnb apartment for some unknown reason. All was going well until another family arrived, and tried to get in. The man upstairs threw them out, and that was that. Later, they came back and there were more of them insisting they had booked the place. There were children bouncing all over the bedroom, someone started cooking, and there was a party in the garden, and we didn’t even know there was a garden. We upped sticks, left them to it and caught a number 38 to somewhere else. In fact, I got so fed up with it all, I woke myself up thinking, ‘To hell with that,’ and set about my day.
