Morning chitchat
I woke up this morning thinking it must be about seven o’clock and I’d had a lie-in. Turned out to be four, but I was up, and the kettle was on by then. It was only 3.50 in the bedroom, 4.05 in the kitchen and 4.00 exactly in the sitting room due to the use of three time zones in one house over three clocks, so time was irrelevant anyway. Or was it? It’s given me a couple of extra hours to get a fist draft finished before sofa time and the ongoing adventures of the Australian Survivor contestants streaming to the TV. I can’t see what the state of play is outside as all the shutters are closed, but as I popped my head into the courtyard on my commute to the office just now, I saw a few stars up there, so it looks like the clouds may have gone. The wind has dropped along with the temperature, but I hear no thunder or pelting rain for the first time in a few days.
That’s just as well as one of us has to nip downtown later to the pharmacy and post office, and there’s some shopping to do as we have guests for tea tonight; the stranded godboy family who should (all being well) finally be able to return from Rhodes on the afternoon ferry. All shipping was grounded (ported?) for a few days thanks to a bad storm which has knocked out all power on Andros and Tinos – something like 13,000 people without electricity. Last I read, they hoped to have power restored today.
We had a call from our telephony provider yesterday, Cosmote (Ote, as was), offering us faster internet now the fibre optic cables are completed. I queried whether they actually were over here, and Christos Giros (it sounded like) told me they were, and the new package comes with a huge amount of local and international calls – I hardly ever use the phone to call anyone, and even more rarely answer it – and it’s only €3.00 extra per month on what I pay now or something, so we will see. He did tell me I had the right modem already, which was a worry as I thought I was alone in the house, and that I should notice the increase in speed in a few days. Shame it wasn’t a call from the bank, but there you go.
