Did you email me about Symi 85600?
I had a bad start to Monday morning. Apart from a disturbed night due to strange dreams of traffic jams and ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ (the musical) I woke up to find an email in my Mailwasher. That’s fine as that’s where they start out. I usually check the first few lines if I am not sure who the emails are from and then download only the ones I want and trust. I started reading a very nice email from someone who had recently read ‘Symi 85600′ and who was now towards the end of’ Carry on up the Kali Strata.’ I glanced at it and thought, ‘I’ll download that and write a nice reply,’ caught sight of a reference to the sender living on Symi in the early 1980s and then hit ‘Wash mail.’ This is the part where the programme deletes anything marked for delete and sends me those emails I want to keep. Only this email didn’t arrive and I have no idea where it went. I purposely hadn’t ticked ‘delete’.
So, if that was you, and you will know who you are, then please would you accept my apologies for not replying straight away and resend the original mail if possible, so I can read it properly and reply properly? I think it mentioned that you read the blog and if so, this message should reach you. If not, then there will be a reader out there who took the trouble to write in and who won’t get a reply because the Mailwasher not only washed the email but then proceeded to eat it and never gave it back.
Apart from that, Monday was fine, a little cloudy with some spots of rain around in the morning but nothing to write home about, and I was able to get on with some work, and do this blog, and look at my submission for my college course, before Neil went off to start work at the Rainbow at three.
On Easter Sunday, after catching up on some work I had missed on Saturday, we went to Yialos to have a walk around. There were many spits out on the street with lambs roasting, visitors over from Rhodes, and Greek families enjoying the hot day, as it was very sunny. Later we wandered back via the bus stop at five to see that Thanasis was just turning up to drive up, so we took the bus to the windmills and walked down into the village where Yianni had opened up for the evening after being closed for the day. So, an Easter glass of wine was in order, followed by a night in and an early night. Followed by strange dreams of traffic jams and Phantoms (complete with crashing organ chords and orchestrations) and some other strange stuff I no longer remember, and the next thing you know, Monday has started and my emails are being eaten. Ah well, on with the rest of the day and let’s hope the right person reads this and sends the mail again.
