It was something of a lovely day yesterday. A little writing, a walk, a birthday dinner with the boys, much eating and making merry, perfect. And now, back to normal and onwards, except a few pounds heavier, and with a volume of Schubert sonatas to work through, to go along with the Chopin sonatas I collected in Rhodes recently. Plenty of piano work for me to be getting on with. Thank you everyone who sent birthday wishes, and thank you to my glorious husband for making a grand piano out of chocolate and putting it on a cake first made for Franz Joseph of Austria (who appears in one of my novels), and to Jenine and Sam for cooking me a pie that had mashed potato beneath the crust (no, honestly, and it was delish), and to Harry for the endless entertainment at my dinner last night.
Yesterday’s walk
Meanwhile, I’m, hearing more about who is getting ready to open for Easter (which isn’t until May 5th) and for the season, there are rumours that this might be happening and that definitely will, and she’s going to be doing this and he’s not going to be doing that this year, but will be doing the other instead, and so on and so forth. What I do know, because I read the sign on the door, is that up here in the village, Taverna Zoi is looking for staff, so if you fancy a summer job…
Pre-mayhem
Mind you, you’d have to be from an EU country as Brits can no longer work in Greece without a specific and hard-to-get visa, and the days of working your summer in return for a party life when not at work are over. Makes you wonder how the clubs of Faliraki — and other places once popular with the late teen early twenties crowd who came to give out flyers all summer, drink cheap booze and cackle their way to a good vomit — will manage. Ah well, it must be that now they only employ casual staff from other EU countries. I have no idea how I got into this subject, but I’m getting off it now as I have some typing that needs to be done and it’s already a quarter to eight.
