Random Dwarves

Morning. I’m being very random this morning and putting up a few photos chosen for no reason whatsoever. I’m still two of Snow White’s dwarves today, Sneezy and Dopey. I don’t think there as one called Fluy, which would have been more like it and should be written Fluey, I suppose, but then I’d look like part of a chimney, and that would make me even more Grumpy. I’m not going to the Doc as there’s no point wasting his/her time. Also, I’m a bit Bashful about going down there and saying, ‘I have a cold’ and hearing the doctor say, ‘Yes, and so what?’ So, instead, will stay inside warm with tissues and a typewriter and get on with work until I am too Sleepy to do any more, which recently has been around two in the afternoon. I want to save my strength as we are having dinner with friends tonight and I want to be able to stay awake past nine pm, if possible. So, here are a few random photos that have something to do with dining out (so aren’t really random at all) and I hope they make you Happy.

If you were wondering about my use of Dwarves rather than dwarfs, here’s an explanation: “Dwarfs is the standard plural of the noun dwarf. Dwarves is a newer variant popularized (though not invented) by English author J.R.R. Tolkien in his fantasy fiction works, including The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings. The Tolkien spelling is appropriate when referring to little people in fantasy worlds.” I am a little person who lives mostly in a fantasy world, so there you are. And don’t get me started on Elves.

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Ring my bell

Or rather, don’t ring my bell unless you have rung the phone first. We, like a few houses around here, have a front doorbell, something that’s a great temptation to children of all ages. Well, I’m fed up with answering it and finding no-one at the gate so, if you are planning to call in on us unannounced, don’t bother, I won’t answer the bell. Send a message first, or ring, wait and ring again. I now ignore the bell unless I am expecting a visitor.

I’m still not exactly overflowing with news having spent the last few days locked in the house. I’ve only seen the view from the office window and haven’t even been on to the roof to photograph the sunrise of anything, but if I think really hard I might be able to come up with some news… Er, no, not much. Oh, Neil starts work again on April 1^st, at Yiannis’ bar, as usual, there’s more bad weather on the way, apparently, we’re having a few bits and pieces of redecorating done in the house shortly, and I’m well into another book. I’m currently working on 4,000 words per day, not as a target but just as a number I have been able to get to.

Of course, those words are 80% the wrong words, so when I go through it again, I will change many and improve things. I’m still working on a series set in Victorian times and am about 60% of the way through part two. When this is done, I will go through part one again and when that’s ready, send it to my proofreading while improving part two. When that’s done, part one should be ready for release and part two can go to the proofreader while I work on part three. Apparently series sell well if you release the parts without too much of a gap between them, assuming I can come up with a part three.

And that’s about all my news really. It rained again overnight, I went to bed at 9.30 and was awake a 1.00, half-two, just after three, and gave up at just before four, so I am posting this and then getting on with work, there’s no point is wasting a perfectly good early morning.

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A few photos

Just a few photos today, not feeling very inspired, hopefully back to normal tomorrow.

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Haralambos Name Day

Sunday was the name day for Haralambos (Aγιος Χαράλαμπος), and the festival is held each year at Agios Athanasios in Horio because that’s where the icon is. It’s our godson’s name day, so I went up to the church while Neil stayed home with the other godson who had come round to help put a desk together and do some odd jobs. I arrived at the church just as the service finished, making me feel like I’d only turned up for the cakes, but I was made welcome. I stood in the sun accepting various sweet things to worry my sugar levels including rock cakes made by Harry’s mum and passed around by the man himself and his friends, chocolate and coconut sponge, biscuits and coffee, but I politely declined the doughnuts -you can have too much of a good thing.

Afterwards, we went for a souvlaki BBQ in the garden and, as there’s no such thing as a free lunch, picked lemons for the world famous Olive Tree homemade lemonade. It was a sunny and calm day once the wind died, though a cold one and us adults finished off with a drink at the Rainbow and a good old ‘put the world to rights’ chat.

I’m not sure where it came from, but I woke up at three this morning with a stinking cold and a sore throat so I’ll be staying in and keeping warm today. I’ll be moaning a lot because that’s what men are meant to do, but I also plan to churn out another few thousand words of a story during the day. Sorry, can’t speak any more, throat hurts…

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Symi Saturday Photos

Here are a few recent photos including one from the Rainbow Bar, Thursday. We know how to enjoy ourselves in the winter – a weekly visit to catch up on football, reality TV and the news. It’s our godson’s name day tomorrow so we will find him at church before going for souvlakies, and that’s after the coffee and cakes at Ag Athanasios. Whoops, there goes the diet. Have a good weekend!

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