Sunny Symi, general chat
A mixed blog today – a couple of frustrations and some good weather. The rain has gone (for now at least), and the sun is out, it’s warmer than recently and calm. I’ve been watching small boats (boats, note – I hit that O key with a vengeance today, like it was the entire yUK government) going about their business in the bay below. Fishing boats coming back after an early morning start, some others whose business it is not mine to know, but no big boats as it’s Thursday as I write. We only have the Friday to Monday catamarans, and the two Blue Star visits each day at the moment.
The frustrations? Well, one is my back which has decided to go wrong. Too much sitting at the desk, I fear. It’s fine when I am sitting down but moving around, carrying things and bending awkwardly feels like someone has come up behind and thumped me in the sides. I am tracking down a fixer in Rhodes, a fixer being an osteopath or similar, and I may have to go and make a call next week. Meanwhile, it’s a good excuse not to do anything. Mind you, I’ve just done several hours of typing, been to the shops, done some washing, fed the cat, made the dinner and am about to go for a walk so it can’t be that bad. Stop moaning and get over it! That’s my motto; good old British stiff upper lip eh? Well, not so much ‘Good old Britain’ anymore – and don’t get me started on that. I’m just very glad I don’t live there, that’s all I can say. (I don’t mean my friends or the countrywide or the majority of people, I am talking about the Alt Government you have, and the other right wing elements.)
To calm the blood, I’ve been looking at holidays in Ireland for next year. Visit the Titanic exhibition and Neil’s mother’s birthplace in Belfast (not historically related), take a train across country, maybe stay in the countryside for a couple of days, check out the west coast, see if there’s a village that’s like Symi in case Greeks kick out the Brits because the Brit-Gov is turning into a Trump… You know the kind of thing. But the other frustration? It’s one of those computer ones.
I have installed a programme called Grammarly to help me with my hideous typing, spelling, grammar and punctuation skills, or lack of. It works just fine, and I’ve even run this post through it to tidy it up a bit. The downer is that it has made my version of Word revert to US spelling when I paste in from another document. This happened before and I got rid of the problem, but I can’t remember how. I’ve asked the company who made the handy programme what to do about it but meanwhile, I go to check things and suddenly the language bar shows US spelling. I want as little to do with the US at the moment as I do with the yUK so I won’t be standing for that, thank you very much. I’ve changed my settings in the programme to only check yUK spelling, and it still does it. It’s a deeper problem. Anyway… On to the walking part of the day now that the sun is out. Proofing the last 30 chapters of the book can wait but, on that note, the cover designer has done me a second draft which we are just tidying up, and soon you will be able to see it. I bet you can’t wait.
Enough of my blather for now, I’m off into the sunshine while we have it.
