Pains, Pianos and People
Good morning. What news have I for you today?
It’s Sunday as I write, and still dark. I have a day’s writing planned so I want to get tomorrow’s blog ready to go first, and here it is, such as it is. We’ve had a varied weekend, thank you. Neil went down with a bad stomach and had to go and see the doctor. He rang first and explained the problem as Saturday’s is usually emergencies only, but as this is Symi, he was told to come in. He didn’t have to wait long, went into the office and explained to the lady doctor what the problem was. She asked if he needed his eyes testing, he said, ‘Probably, yes, but what’s that got to do with my stomach?’ And she said, ‘I’m the eye doctor, you need to see my colleague.’ Which he then did. He gave him some tablets for the cramps, and by Saturday night it had settled down somewhat. Nothing serious, possibly a reaction to other tablets he was taking for a bad tooth. Hopefully, that’s now sorted.
Meanwhile, I was bashing on with another pen name novel. I think those who follow me on Facebook know by now that I write for a specific genre (MM Romance) under a pen name, and I am now working on one of most ambitious novels for ‘Jackson‘ so far. If you look at that link, his Amazon author page, you’ll get the genre – completely different to my other books. Later in the day, we had a call from Michaelis the delivery guy arranging to drop off a piano outside Sotiris’ supermarket. Poor old Neil, though still not 100%, came to help. The new Roland (not his name, his make) was on the back, the guys lifted it down, and we prepared to carry it home. Not far, but not light either. Luckily for us, unfortunately for him, Nick came past just as we were about to start on the steps and asked the questions all decent folk ask, ‘Do you need a hand?’ Quick answer, yes, please. He and I staggered up to the house with it while Neil carried the new piano stool, and, after thanking him, (and I thank you again), we set about constructing it.
Those, and a wonderful rainbow I only caught the tail end of are my only pieces of news today. Now I must get back to Victorian ‘London’ in 1888, and the romantic tale of a viscount meets pauper in the reign of the ‘Ripper.’ A bit of drama, action, romance, nookie and humour, with a splash of Upstairs Downstairs. The things I do to pay the rent.
