Hope you’re having a great day. I came across your Facebook page and noticed your email, so I wanted to reach out. As a fellow author, I thought it might be nice to connect and share a bit about our writing experiences.

I received another one of those today, two in fact. Rather, the same one, twice. ‘Hi, I’m a fellow author…’ No, you are not, you’re someone hoping to make money out of indie authors by using poorly-generated AI spam. Take that and stick it up your bot a bit! (Bounces the spam back and puts sender on the backlist. Who uses ‘a bit’ in any communication?) And never ‘reach out’ to me again. If you must, you can contact me… I’ll emphasize that again: Con-tact, not ‘reach out.’ Shudders. (Gets over it.)

On the other hand, there’s great excitement in the office today, because I have a new chair.

I don’t think we can say ‘space age’ any longer, because we’re in it, but fancy, not costly, and easy enough to put together. Neil and I did that without paying the €35.00 fee for the assembly service the company offered. Can you imagine? Chair arrives, followed by a three-month wait for the putter-together to come down from Thessaloniki and follow a page of graphics. Did it in fifteen minutes, give or take. Now, I am using it, and so far, so good. Even the chair is smiling.

Anyway, today, I have a short story to finish for the next compilation. I might reach out to the shop later and see if they have any supplies. Then, tomorrow, I may reach out to Neil and see if he wants to go for a walk. I am reaching out to a dentist on Friday, over in Rhodes as you know, and while here, I might reach out to Harry and see if we can connect and share a bit about our day. If we do, I’ll reach out to you after, and we can connect about it for a bit.

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Friday didn’t happen. Well, yes, it did, but not in the way it was meant to. I had booked an appointment for a consultation with a dentist in Rhodes, and that was set for 11.00. I booked the boat ticket (07.45 out, 18.15 back), and that was that. An hour later, I had a message from Blue Star saying that due to bad weather, the boat would be coming in two hours early at 5.30. I didn’t much fancy being up at 4.00 and spending the next 16 hours travelling and hanging around Rhodes for a 10-minute appointment. So, I changed the appointment to this Friday instead, and there’s a chance Neil will be coming too, and we should both be able to meet up with Harry for a late lunch. (The ferry ended up coming in at 6.15.)

It’ll be nice to catch up with the chap as we’ve not seen him for a few weeks. His brother was with him over the weekend as they were going to Manolis’ wedding in Faliraki. (Manolis from the Kali Strata Restaurant, where both boys work.) I can’t help but wonder how Sam, at 6’3”, managed to share his brother’s digs, because he’s only got one room and it’s only about 6’3” x 3’6” (for a couple of hundred a month, thank you very much – oh, and no kitchen either), but they must have managed somehow.

As for the weather, it’s been hovering around a humid 20° in the shade, and we’ve been using the dehumidifier overnight. Taking short walks in the afternoon, and the village is so quiet you wouldn’t recognise it. It was livelier yesterday afternoon because Georgio’s has started having musicians play on Sunday lunchtimes, and it is proving very popular. So popular, that after yesterday’s lunch sitting, they were just thinking about packing up and cleaning down the kitchen, when the wedding party from Panormitis rang to book a table for 30 people. Very last minute if you ask me.

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I have this friend in England who sends me daily ‘doom and gloom’ emails, usually about UK politics and the weather. I hear there has been some snow, freezing temperatures already, and other adverse weather things going on further north than here. The reactions to a little bad weather in Britain are becoming increasingly more ‘chicken laid an egg’ these days. You know, when there’s that surprised squawking sound and a flurry of feathers, followed by running around in circles in panic because a more or less daily event has just happened. I wonder if the trains have stopped running yet (wrong kind of wheels on the tracks), or if there have been ‘Possibility of Death’ alerts because there was a sighting of a light flurry in Godalming. I’m sure I read somewhere that old people are being sent alerts because of mild temperature drops, which to me sounds like a bit of a distraction. ‘Sorry you can’t afford to put your heating on, love, here, have a free warning that you can expect it to be cold. It’ll come on your smartphone. What? Don’t have a smartphone, love? Then you’re going to be right royally flummoxed when it comes to getting your invite for a free medical check that could save your life. Ah well, I’ll put you down for a ‘Distinct possibility of freezing to death’ alert by post… Oh, we’re not allowed to send letters anymore, love, too costly. Never mind, eh? You had a good innings, just vote Reform next time, and you’ll be reet.’

Which is all a long way of saying, it’s not too bad here right now. Still no heating on, just extra clothes and a blanket on the bed, overcast these past few days, but no rain as yet. I hope it stays that way for tomorrow because I have a day away. It’ll be one of those, ‘Popping over to Rhodes for an appointment that will take 30 minutes, followed by six or more hours of waiting for the boat back’ kind of days. I may do a little shopping for the Europ-trip (which you will hear more about as time goes on), but mostly, I will be having lunch with the godson and catching up on how college is going, I hope. So, no blog until Monday, possibly, if I have anything to witter about.

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We had a planning meeting last night. It involved us two, Jenine, hot dogs, a little wine, much web browsing and some decisions, but we got through it. We were, and will be for the next six weeks, planning for our alternative Christmas. You will no doubt hear much about it over the coming weeks. Instead of spending a fortune on staying home, we’ve been saving all year to spend the same amount while visiting six or seven European towns and cities over the Christmas period. We were hoping that both boys would come with us, but only one can make it. The other is already too far into grown-up-hood and has a job over the winter. (He had one over the summer that had him chained to a kitchen seemingly for 24 hours a day, then had a week off, and then started a winter job. Blimey.)

Anyway, that was just to keep you informed. And to say, for those who read the Clearwater and other mysteries, I hope to have another set of short stories out before Christmas. I’m working hard on them, which is why I am not here so much. Keep a lookout for ‘1893’, coming soon.

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If you were wondering why there was no blog yesterday, it was because I didn’t have anything to put up. Things are very quiet for us at this time of the year, there’s never much new to tell you, and looking at the same old photos day after day ain’t that thrilling. So, you may not get a post every day over the winter, but I’ll see how I go.

Today, I am typing more errors than usual on my typowriter, because of a tuna accident. I have a plaster or three over the end of a finger thanks to opening a can of tuna for a sandwich last night, and that’s about as thrilling as my news gets. Oh, I have just been invited to take part in a book promotion, a fayre or something, by at least three places. (I am still going through the mail.) The Manhattan Book Club would be thrilled to sponsor my book in their upcoming… ‘How much will that cost me? No thanks.’ Then, I have an email from ‘Tasha’ who is attempting the ‘I saw your book being talked about in a Facebook reader group, and it immediately drew me in’ way into my gullibility. You can knock, love, ‘What has it been like developing these characters?’ but you ain’t drawing me in. Then, there’s a turd. I mean, a third. There’s this organisation in the USA who are chasing up a previously non-sent, sent email, and repeating their offer of being ‘glad to provide more details and discuss how I can support you in positioning yourself for the right opportunities.’ This one was signed: Robyn D, Organizer, Queer Women and Non Binary Book Club and Stuff.

And stuff? How desperate are these AI manipulators in their attempts to fleece, and how stupid do they think we are, eh? Sheesh.

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