Last day of June, 6.50 am, 27° degrees, 20% humidity. Yesterday afternoon it was 39°, and the ten-degree difference is noticeable. Do you get used to it, you ask? Yes, in time, though the older you get, the more you feel it, and it depends on the humidity. Dry days are easier than humid ones, but all are there to be lived to the full, only, sometimes slower than usual.
In garden news, the roses are rosing again, and we have both orange and red plants about to bloom. I took a dodgy picture of the new orange one the other day…
I’m waiting for the mains water to be turned on right now. As you might recall we only have water three times a week. This means we can only fill up our 500 ltr tank three times a week, and once it’s full, it’s full, so we can’t store any more. The tank usually does the two of us for three days if we are careful. Last week, the owner was preparing the downstairs flat and had a vigorous cleaning person in to get it ready. She clearly didn’t know about the water setup, and that the flat also uses our tank, and we ran out of water on the Thursday afternoon, meaning no more cleaning or flushing until Friday. On Saturday, a new chap moved in downstairs, and he too, didn’t understand the setup and we ran out of water on Sunday lunchtime. I had to go down there and explain the situation in my best Greek. So, now, we have expensive (by comparison) bottled water to use until we can properly flush, wash and clean ourselves again, but that should happen in the next hour. Thank heavens it’s not a bank holiday. The owner has told me he has asked a plumber to put in a larger tank or a second one. You’d be surprised how much water you use, even when being careful. 500 litres sounds like a lot, but it isn’t.
Anyway… Anything else? I just saw an enthusiastic visitor put up a social post declaring they had booked Symi for next May and what was the best time to book the ferry? I couldn’t stop myself from writing, ‘April,’ because… well, calm down, it’s a way off yet. Today also marks the penultimate piano lesson of… well, of ever, I suppose. Potentially this will be the second to last time I sit down with my boy, and we ‘do’ piano. There’s to be a vague kind of grade four exam part one, with some scales and other necessities, followed by the first movement of the grade five sonata. Part two will happen on Thursday when it will be the last lesson, possibly ever.
I expect the boy downstairs will be grateful. Mind you, I got the impression he was a military person and so, should be out six to four. When I saw him, he had a short back and sides haircut, was young, fit, wrapped in a dressing gown and had just got out of the last shower the water tank could sustain. Oops. Mind you, the gown looked like silk, so perhaps he’s a trainee officer. He’s only here for nine months anyway, by which time he might have just got used to us oddballs upstairs. Poor thing. Anyway, moving on into the day…
