Symi Dream

Living on a Greek island

A Greek island blog from Symi in the Dodecanese islands of Greece. "James’s great talent lies in his careful observation of the absurd and the amusing, the dramas and the difficulties..." Anne Zouroudi.

Symi Dream - Living on a Greek island

Here today…

Here today…

Another early start yesterday, at the desk before the dawn with the window open, flapping my hands at mosquitoes and heading to a folder on my PC to pick up on some work I was doing on Friday only to find the folder gone. As in: was there on Friday and is not there now. Odd. Checked the recycle bin, not there, did a search in Explorer, scanned the whole PC, not there, looked through every nearby folder in case I had accidentally dragged and dropped it into another, no sign. Scratched my head. Scratched a mosquito bite, which didn’t help anything, and searched online for solutions; didn’t find much I hadn’t already tried but tried what I hadn’t. Still nope… No folder. Here today, gone tomorrow kind of thing. Luckily, it wasn’t anything important, not a book or anything like that, but a bit worrying. If I’d deleted it by mistake, it should have been in the recycle bin, or somewhere. Still scratching head.

June 15th_13

When I am writing, I make a backup copy of everything I’ve done and send it to my DropBox at the end of the day. At least, that’s the intention, but there are so many days when I forget I could quite easily lose a couple of chapters of something. A bit scary. Anyway… The week ahead promises warm weather with little or no cloud, a lot of typing and hopefully, a few walks. Apart from that, nothing to report from up here.

June 15th_11

Early evening at George & Maria taverna

Early evening at George & Maria taverna

Weekend trivia

Weekend trivia

Good morning and a happy new week to you. A few new photos from a stroll and other events, a couple of quick tales, and then I must get back to what I was doing.

Yilos, Friday

Yilos, Friday

It’s about time for a waterworks update. As you may have read, this on-going work isn’t affecting us, or at least, it’s not affecting our water supply… So far. The workmen, two affable chaps who turn up after they have finished their day jobs and fiddle about up on the roof. I sometimes see them on their way to work, riding in the back of a flatbed heading up the mountain. They don’t usually arrive at our house until five, and if we are out, we leave the gate off the latch to save them climbing over the wall. On Friday, they arrived early. That in itself is not a problem, and I was at home. Unfortunately, I was at home in the shower and covered in soap and shampoo. ‘Perimeni!’ I shouted through the bathroom window into the courtyard – wait! A quick scramble and I opened the gate to them wearing soap suds and a towel. They were apologetic, but not as apologetic as I should have been looking like Christopher Biggins in a bathhouse. I was laughing and told them not to worry, returning to my shower as they clambered up to the roof. A little later, I went out and left them to it.

Alarm clock, Bluetooth speaker, light - handy

Alarm clock, Bluetooth speaker, light – handy

That evening, we had guests to dinner, and I was concerned that the plumbers might be doing their thing above while we sat at the courtyard table, but when we came home, they had gone. The conversation did turn to the on-going work, and I mentioned that our only issue was a drip on the mains pipe when the water came in. Luckily, one of our guests was (and still is) the kind of man who is handy around the house. ‘I could fix that if I had a spanner and some tape,’ he foolishly offered. ‘It just so happens that I have just the thing,’ I replied. The leak was fixed before we’d finished the salad. Nice.

I'll just sort that now

I’ll just sort that now

I found the time for a walk early on Saturday morning, wrote a few thousand words and, on Sunday, was up to go to the bathroom at three, and, on returning to the bedroom, was wide awake. So, it’s 8.50 as I write this yesterday, and I have 4,000 words down already. The body wants to sleep, but the mind won’t let it; that’s the reason I wake so early. My subconscious is still thrilled the fact that I don’t need to wake up at any particular time, and also excited that it doesn’t matter when I get up and start work. It interrupts my dreams as if saying, ‘You’ve had your four hours, now up and look sharpish.’ I rather like it.

Above the village on Saturday

Above the village on Saturday

That’s the news this Sunday/Monday morning. Now I am returning myself to the North Wales coast (imagined) and a semi-ruined lighthouse where a Ukrainian horseman and an English viscount are keeping watch for despicable villains.

Symi Saturday Photos

Symi Saturday Photos

Here’s a sweeping up from the floor of the photo department; a few random leftovers from the last couple of weeks. The hot news from the desk today is that all my saved logins and passwords (in Firefox) disagreed overnight. There was one of those Microsoft updates happening last night, the kind where they tell you ‘this will only take a few minutes’ and you still have time for a holiday to Tenerife while you wait. Suspicious.

Woke up today to find everything working fine except for every single saved login/password from the last five or six years has completely vanished from my Firefox settings. I eventually tracked down their help department and have sent a message via the community support as they don’t appear to encourage you to speak to one of their paid staff. Luckily, I have a secret and up to date spreadsheet where I record (most) passwords, so I was able to log back into the Symi Dream blog admin. Such a pain in the Boris if you ask me.

Poseidon day out

Poseidon day out

Morning light on the rocks

Morning light on the rocks

Sunrise Pedi

Sunrise Pedi

The desk

The desk

Sunset Symi

Sunset Symi

Haritomeni taverna

Haritomeni taverna

June 8th_10

Leaving the ferry

Leaving the ferry

June 8th_05

Poseidon evening boat trip

Poseidon evening boat trip