Back to the routine
Sunday morning and cold, clear and sunny – no sign of the promised rain or clouds which may have served to warm us up a little. Six degrees in my office this morning (Sunday) and today I am wearing a fetching little ensemble from the ‘Nec’ collection. Nec being short for Necessary: Toasties, slippers, two pairs of jogging bottoms, t-shirt, jumper, hoodie with hood up, fingerless gloves and the whole thing topped off by the dressing gown, the heater is on two bars beside me, I’ve turned on Neil’s PC for when he wants it and also the heater in his office where the door is closed keeping the heat in.
It was a case of straight from the bed to the dressing gown to the shower this morning; well, almost straight there. First job is to let the cat in (who has been strangely quiet of late, none of this six a.m. nonsense recently, he’s not been up and shouting until after I am out of bed). Second job, feed the cat, third job, hang around near the cat so he thinks you are having breakfast with him, and then I can get to the shower. Only problem with this is that when the water is hot, which it is, thankfully, and the room is cold, which is very much is, the shower curtain starts to creep inwards towards the wet body by some kind of physics that I don’t understand. Doesn’t do it when it’s warm, only when it, and the curtain, are cold. So it’s a bit of a rush to get done before you get enshrouded in cold, synthetic material.
From there it’s a quick dry in the bathroom and then back to the kitchen, kettle on while getting dressed in the various layers. Then out to the porch to be greeted by the fresh smell of the cat’s yesterday’s meal, sweep up the spare litter he’s thrown out of his box while digging for somewhere better, and across to the office to start the heat-up process. PCs, on, kettle boiled and now I’m dressed so I can start to warm up while attempting to type in fingerless gloves.
Saturday we took a walk up to ‘To Vrisi’ as it was such a sunny day and we have been inside rather a lot of late. We walked up through the village and out on the top road, down and then along and up to the church. Just like the early morning walk/jog route. Which I will get back to when the weather is bearable again.
The rest of the first weekend of the year was spent ‘a la table’ (eating), ‘a la bureau’ (writing), and ‘a la boite’ (watching the TV, not a literal translation). Plans for the week ahead? More of the same I expect, though we have an invite out for Monday night, there’s still a health insurance bill to pay which needs sorting on Monday and we must go shopping at some point. Other than that, I’m looking out on a flat calm sea, with the sun bouncing off Nimos and Harani opposite, the houses are dazzlingly bright in the early, low sunlight and there’s not a breath of wind. Of course, this is Sunday still; it could have all changed by the time you read this.
One of the bus stops which isn’t on the usual bus route. Not, however, the famous bus stop mentioned in Bus Stop Symi by William Travis. Not sure if there are any copies still for sale, but worth a read if you’ve not found it before, if you can get a copy. Click here to see what’s available.
