Monday morning and Vasilis is here to check up on the water pump that has taken on a life of its own. Problem diagnosed (silt in a valve) and now being fixed.
I think I’ve sorted the small leak in the workhouse though. There looked to be a broken seal where the rain water collection pipe comes through the roof so I got the mastic gun out (yes, I own one! Well, Ian left it behind one day and I’ve owned it ever since) and ran some new sealant around the gap. Now we only have to wait for it to rain again and I can test it out. And yes, apparently it did rain on Saturday night but I was in bed by then and missed a good thunderstorm. So, that’s the thrilling news on that particular home improvement.
The contributions for blog posts are coming in, and thank you to everyone who has sent write-ups and pictures, post and even poems. I’ll get those all uploaded in good time for going away in November. There is still room for a few more if you want to send something in.
If you were wondering about the above photos are all about, they are ones we took on Saturday last while on the balcony at sunset. This could well have been the approaching storm that I somehow slept through. Neil has shown these off on his Facebook page and I believe one or two are for sale (contact him to enquire), it certainly was a stunning display of clouds. The rest of the weekend was pretty wonderful to with an extra hour in bed, sunny weather and an invite to a lovely dinner in upper Horio. Monday dawned fair but chilly and I had to wear long trousers and long sleeves while writing, for the first time in ages. It’s about now when it’s hard to know what to wear; feeing cold in the shade and still hot in the sun, so best to go out with a removable top and something underneath, you’re hot one moment and cold the next. It’s like having the menopause, or so I am told.
I’ll leave you with that and go see what the rest of my day holds in store – nothing is planned apart from paying a bill at the bank, and making something for lunch or dinner out of some chicken that’s defrosting in the fridge. Oh, and some work on the book, can’t forget that. It’s not all fun and play around here you know.
