Sunday Morning Chat

A quick catch-up with what’s been going on with us over the weekend. I’m writing this yesterday morning when it’s sunny, warm and the sea is calm. The only sounds from below the balcony are the cockerels up the road and a cat scratching about in the abandoned garden next door. There are trees in there, an orange and a pomegranate, both of which are difficult for humans to access for their fruit, but easy for the wildlife. The Sparrows like to hide in the branches, and I sometimes see and hear rats scurrying up and down the trunk in the early hours. Don’t worry, they keep themselves to themselves, and we’ve only had one in our house once. It stayed for a while in our laundry room and spare bathroom, but it was reasonably house-proud. As well as finding its ‘evidence’ around the washing machine, I also found it in the spare bathroom, and, interestingly, actually in the WC. I was about to leave it a note on how to flush when it vanished.

We’re coming into tax season here, and my accountant was after the paperwork so she could put my return in for me. This, for me, involves a trip to the bank to get the ‘pink slips.’ That’s proof of money coming into the country from abroad on which one must pay tax – and that’s about as far as my knowledge of the system goes. It means, for me, that I have to make an annual trip to the bank and ask for the papers in person, and last Thursday was that day. I was slightly nervous, tbh. The last time I was in Yialos was in February, and I have only been into Sotiris’ supermarket a couple of times, and I wasn’t sure what to expect from the bank. There’s a button outside for you to press and then you wait until you are called in; that’s been there for some time as a general security measure, and it’s really coming into its own now. I pressed the button and was admitted.

There were two members of staff working that morning, one at the manager’s desk on the phone, and one behind the counter. We were all distanced, separated by screens, and I’d sanitised and so on, and it didn’t take long to explain my business to the teller. When the assistant manager came off the phone, we all had a chat while the teller was doing his thing, and Neil came in to ask about his online banking, which was sorted out in seconds. All very civilised as usual, but quitter, obviously, and there was no waiting around, but more importantly, the attitude of everyone we encountered was positive and friendly.

The other day, while on a walk in the village, I came to a narrow lane. If you’ve wandered around the older parts of Horio you will know that some of these lanes get down to only a couple of feet wide, as was the case here, and houses are built right up to the edge of them. Well, I was taking one of them on my way home when another walker came around the corner. We stopped, looked at each other as if to say ‘How are we going to manage this?’ Faced the wall away from each other, and sidled sideways, back to back, while sniggering. The unavoidable closeness of being, or something.

There, that’s my Sunday morning ramble. I can’t promise to have anything interesting to tell you during the week, but I’ll try and find some photos at least.

Thoughts on writing

I was wondering why I haven’t done as much writing this year as I did last year. I was starting to worry that I’d lost the enthusiasm, but that’s not the case. Then I thought I t as prehaps because I had become lazy (more likely), and then I realised what was going on. I am working on a series of Victorian mysteries, as you may know. I reached the end of book six and decided that was enough of the through-line begun in part one, and the characters had gone as far as they could go in an on-going battle with two enemies. However, the characters still had a lot more to give, and so I have carried them forward into a new series…

It’s still Victorian England in 1889, but now I am writing what you might call pure detective stories. Before, the threat to my ‘crew’ was personal, now they are being asked to investigate other people’s problems, and that’s given me a problem of my own. Mainly constructing the evidence and getting into detail. Before, a story would flow from the top of my head, and apart from some scribbled notes, I could more or less keep all the information up there and pull it down when the need arose. Now, though, I have to know where certain people were on certain days and make sure everything is deduced logically as they would do it, without giving too much away but while also keeping the story moving. The problem is, I change things as I go, have better ideas and stray from my detailed plot outline because something better comes along. And that means, having to go back and make sure what I have written is changed accordingly and ties in with what I’ve decided now, and that’s what’s taking the time.

Anyway, it’s still fun, and my routine hasn’t changed, and another benefit is that I am doing more research. I was in the Exeter and Plymouth Gazette for October 1877 yesterday reading some fascinating articles and news while looking around for actual events I could mix with my fabricated story. It’s easy to spend an hour reading and being distracted when I should be writing furiously, but it keeps me away from the TV and biscuits, so I can’t complain. And that was my thought this morning.

Easing

For me, the easing of restrictions since Monday as made little difference to our current way of life. The only thing that fees less restricted is not having to send an SMS or have permission to go out; it feels easier to take a walk now, and you’re less guilty when you go shopping. I’ve got a mask in my bag in case it’s needed, along with passport and proof of ID, residency card and Greek driving license, but then I carry those things with me whenever I go out anyway. Yesterday, I went for a wander up the hill, so my usual shoulder bag also contained a small bottle of water. Today, I have to go to the bank, so everything is coming with me, including mask as I have to go inside the bank and pop in to see the accountant if I can. So far, it looks like a cloudy start to the day, but hopefully, that will clear, otherwise, if it rains, I shan’t be going anywhere – but then we’re used to that.

Random Tuesday

Random, as in: a few photos taken at random from the collection of images in the folder, that kind of thing. I woke up a bit late this morning and had promised myself I would get lots done today, so I can’t hang around. On the list are the usual morning ‘at the desk’ duties, a walk, some shopping, possibly visiting the bank to pick up papers needed for a tax return, though that may wait until tomorrow, and then some more writing. Also on the list are at least 30 minutes of housework in some form or another just to keep on top of things, another episode of ‘Hollywood’ on Netflix, and something else, but I’ve already forgotten what that is. Perhaps I should put ‘make to-do list’ on my to-do list, as I’m sure it was reasonably important. Never mind. Here are the photos.

And on the way back

We’re on the way back from Nimborio today. Well, Neil was. I’ve not been there since last year, and the photos were taken last week, but… Yesterday started sunny, but by half-nine, when I was writing this, the clouds had come over, and the sky was grey. We are planning to raid the bank later, see if there’s anything at the post office, try and track down three missing phone bills, and do some shopping. Hopefully, if it doesn’t rain later, we can sit in the courtyard at a distance from a couple of friends and catch up over a glass or two of wine. It’s a BYOHS gathering, that’s: bring your own hand sanitiser. There will only be four of us, and we will no doubt feel strange, but whatever must be must be for the sake of all.

So, with no other great news, here are a few photos taken on the road back from Nimborio.