As you can see, a cloudy start to today.
For the first time since whenever, I have a day with nothing in my diary, nothing in the typewriter, and nothing much to do around the house. That’s because I’ve finished the latest MS and sent it off to be proofread, so I can’t work on that, there are no piano commitments, dinners planned, drink meet-ups or anything like that, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I think I shall do some research for the next book. I had an idea yesterday, and I need to look into whether it’s going to be viable as the basis for a story set sometime in 1893. So, there, that’s my morning organised.
I was hoping I might receive some ‘You have a parcel’ notifications, because, according to tracking, I have a couple of things which are nearly here, and the Blue Star you saw in the photo above is the first boat in what seems like ages. I had a message about one delivery a few days ago and it was the one that says, ‘Delivery failed.’ This usually means the thing has arrived at the hub in Rhodes, but as it’s a Symi address, it automatically registers as ‘unable to deliver’ because, I assume, the system only accounts for Rhodes addresses. They have street names there, where we have very few here. Usually, when ‘Delivery failed’ appears, it means the thing is on the next boat. I.e., this morning’s.
Delivery rarely fails here, and that’s thanks to the excellent postal system and workers, and the conscientious courier staff. Often, I’ll get an automated message from, say, ACS, saying I have a delivery, and then, a personal text message from the ACS pickup point in Yialos. I’ve been sat outside having a coffee before and one of the post office folk has come past and told me I just had a delivery come in. On one occasion, we were having lunch at Meraklis when the courier came past, waved hello, vanished, came back a minute later, and put my delivery on the table.
However, if the rain starts and is as bad as predicted, I shall be staying home where it is currently, permanently night. That’s because the shutters are closed and the heavy curtain up, and if I want to see daylight, I have to stand in the courtyard. So, now, locked inside my dark office, beneath the one lamp, because I need to change the main light fitting to a new one, and with one bar on the heater as a half-hour treat, I shall start investigating the facts behind my next possible work of fiction. have a good weekend!
