Sunday morning
Early Sunday morning on the balcony looking at the stars, listening to the people turning out after a late night at LOS in the harbour, planning the day ahead… A walk to Nimborio and back is planned for this morning, setting off at 9.30 to meet a friend over there at 10.30 for a couple of hours before walking back so Neil can be ready for work at 15.00. Looks like it’s going to be a lovely day, though it’s still dark outside so I can’t say for sure, but I’m looking forward to the walk and the time in the next bay along.
There was a wedding in the village last night (a couple of photos today of people on their way), and a concert in the square for the Symi Festival. We said goodbye to some friends who were leaving after a seven-week stay on Symi and then stopped for one or two more in the square. I managed to get some writing done on Saturday morning, another two draft chapters for ‘The Eastling’ which is nearing the end of draft one. I am still hoping to have the book ready in time for Christmas, but there’s a fair amount of work needed on draft two and beyond to bring it up to scratch.

And backtracking further, I was able to collect some papers on Friday which, with others I had been working on, were put into an envelope and sent to Spain. This is all to do with my private pension arrangement, so I am hoping that everything is in order and I’ve filled in all the forms correctly. I sent the envelope with the courier, paying a little extra for the speedy delivery option, and I hope to hear from Marbella in the next few days, saying they have received them safely. After that, I reckon about six weeks before everything is in place and I can officially say I am retired, or rather, semi-retired as I will still be writing and working where necessary as it’s not a huge amount, but enough to take the edge off the monthly bills. So, that’s another milestone done with. I will also feel a lot happier when it’s all done as my investment will no longer be in the UK, but in Europe and Euros. I hope they transfer it all out before the pound slumps completely against the Euro – if it does – but whatever happens, it will all be European, as it were, and I’ll feel a lot happier for that.
And so, on with the week and (looks in diary) a birthday party for godson Harry today, a dinner invite for Thursday in Harani, and another for Saturday along our lane. Apart from that, I intend to get to the end of my first draft of the next Saddling story so that I can rest it for a couple of weeks when mother is here.


