We enjoyed a fabulously wet day yesterday, but luckily, the rain stayed outside – apart from the porch where the roof leaks although we can find no cracks for the rain to come through. One of those mysteries.
It was a case of staying inside for me, getting some typing done in the morning, and then looking forward to a piano lesson in the afternoon. Yesterday was the best I’d felt since New Year’s Day, and the lesson went so well I was buoyed by it, and even happier when my pupil said he’d like to stay and do some more modelling. This isn’t catwalk parade-type modelling, but building a Toyota in his case, and the Cutty Sark in my case.
So, after an hour of scales and new pieces, some discussion about practice, technique and how far he’s come (grade four in 4.5 years), we spent two hours at the kitchen table painting tiny parts, huffing now and then, letting loose the occasional expletive (because my Airfix doesn’t fix very well in places), and trying to work out Chinese instructions. While we were doing that, Neil pottered around the kitchen and threw a cake in the oven, and it was all very homely and perfect for a wet Monday afternoon.
I fancied a wild night out after that, so we popped down to Rainbow to watch the news on one TV while listening to the radio from the other. Yiannis has got into the habit of feeding us an omelette when we’re there in the evening, but we declined last night as we were coming home to eat, so he gave us four fresh eggs instead, straight out of a neighbour’s chickens. There’s no getting away from Greek hospitality.
