The joy of language. Recently, I ordered some electrolytes from Skroutz.gr, which isn’t a shop itself, as such, but links you to loads of Greek and European online outlets, and often, things are cheaper than you can find on the island. Anyway… these ended up coming from Poland. At least, the writing on the tube is Polish, and they are called elektrolity na kaca. That last word, said aloud, means something scatological in Greek, so that made me laugh.
What didn’t though was scrolling through social media this morning and a group that’s about my home town, and seeing posts saying things like: would eny one want there grass cut… on which someone had left a comment, what about you’re nan, Steve… I couldn’t help thinking ‘I survived that school’, and, ‘We must have had better teachers in them days.’ Mind you, the area just voted in loads of Reform councillors, around 60% or something, so I shouldn’t be surprised. Anyway…
That’s one of those things I felt compelled to point out. What else do I have for you today? Yesterday: I finished my first draft, Harry played some pieces for his nan and did very well, a friend brought over a heap of decent tea bags for us (thank you, G, we are saved!), our landlord reconfirmed we can stay in the house until it is sold, and then, if wanted, we can have the empty one over the road (that needs emptying, fixing up, and a water supply, but we’ll burn that bridge when we cross it), we had a lovely evening with the family as Nan is visiting, the mattress we ordered around Christmastime should be arriving soon (something we’ve heard since April but it’s a transportation/delivery issue), and I booked a dentist appointment for tomorrow while watching TV with my feet up, because you can do that here. I guess that’s a fair amount to cram into one day. I wonder what today will bring.
