A trip to the local is never guaranteed to be a straightforward affair. We popped out last night to have a quick drink before supper, only to have supper turn up unexpectedly in the form of a chip omelette made and served by your friendly neighbourhood barman. Well, I’m not saying no, and very nice it was too.
Back home, I’ve wrapped everything that has so far arrived, and hope to have the last wrappables delivered this afternoon when pianissimo comes for his piano lesson and brings them with him. If I’m very lucky, my glasses will be among them, and I’ll have better vision. (Oddly, for a Thursday, I can hear the mains water coming in and filling our tank. Not complaining.) I’ve put my collection of oddments beneath the tree, or next to it, because it’s not a huge tree. We had to call in help when it came to putting the lights on, though.
While out in the street, the square remains mainly empty because it’s not really playing out time of the year for the youngsters. The lanes tend to be very quiet and sometimes even a little eerie at nighttime. It’s not particularly cold, so it’s not that that’s keeping everyone inside. In fact, many people are out and about, especially down in Yialos where the Christmas festivities continue in the main square. Up here, though, you can walk beneath the Christmas lights all the way to the supermarket and back and not see a soul.
