Stormy Symi
More brighter-day Symi winter photos today as an antidote to the weather. Besides, I’m not going out in this, not even to snap the courtyard, let alone go up on the roof for my usual lazy-shot snaps. I’d end up in the neighbour’s garden.
It’s yesterday morning as I write. I was up early so I have been able to clear my desk of things that need to be done and, after preparing this, can get back to a book. So far, I’ve been up on the bathroom roof to plug the storeroom door with towels to stop the drips in the kitchen (rain gets blown under the door in certain conditions and drips through the floorboards). I’ve also put other old towels down where it blows in under the front doors. The shutters and rooves are holding, and the wind is meant to die down later today but will be back tomorrow, apparently. The schools are closed so children don’t get blown away on their way to them, and although the Blue Star came in on Wednesday, I doubt anyone will be delivering furniture on a day like this.
Thomas a Basket is staying home today too. Home for him being on top of the laundry basket where I have put an old throw to cover the washing so he doesn’t dribble on it, as is his wont, and he looks very comfortable. He’s nothing to do with us, just a homeless tom who has found shelter in our lean-to. He did try sneaking into the kitchen the other day attracted by the smell of cat biscuits we have for the strays, but I raised a pointed finger towards the front door, and he skulked off, muttering under his whiskers. He can go up the road to the food bank like all the other strays and while he is there, keep quiet about the free lodging he currently enjoys; we don’t want to encourage the entire tribe.
Thunder has now added to the cacophony going on outside, so I may have to unplug everything, and I am hoping we don’t have a power cut. I’m expecting a phone call from my investment/pension people later, I just hope I can hear them.
