First: The Judas Inheritance – update
I received word yesterday that the film project now has ‘almost ready visuals’ meaning that a final cut of the film is nearly ready for the next stage. That stage is music and sound and the cut has been sent to the composer, Michael Bishop http://www.michaelbishopmusic.com/ who will start adding music. Things have been delayed slightly as Chris Hastings has been in hospital – he is now fine and recovering.
But this news did remind me that I need to find a photo and you might need to as well. I know the Kickstarter backers have been contacted about this but in case you let it slip, if you donated £20.00 or more, you get to have your photo in the montage in the credits. A smiling, happy, head and shoulders only shot. If you don’t want this ‘perk’ perhaps you can let them know. They’ve had some pics in but there are some folk who have not responded as yet and I’d hate you to miss out. As usual, all enquiries should go to the email address sent with the Kickstarter update. Thanks.
This morning’s early walk had to be postponed; rain stopped play. And it was going to be a very early one, thanks to the antics of the Alarm Cat who has now taken to waking us up by leaping on the bed and purring loudly at 5.00 in the morning, sticking his nose in where it’s not wanted (the ear) and ditto his claws (the head). Never mind, I have to go down the steps and find some new cat litter later today so will get some exercise that way. Seems life is currently being ruled by the cat.
But not so on Sunday when we all went off for a day out. First to an exhibition of children’s art down at Villa Sofia in Harani. Sam had some work n show, as did many other youngsters, so we called in to admire and take a look there. After that it was off around to Nimborio to enjoy the sunshine and have a barbeque.
The new paving is going down, a lot of the old path has now been done but not all, and you just have to watch out that it’s not too slippery when you’re heading down or up the hills. We found a jetty to hang out on, got the portable barbies going (slowly) and the boys went off to do boy things; throw rocks in the water, pull ropes, get wet. We grownups sat and chatted and did grownup things; poked at things on the Barbie, took photos and admired the warm, clear afternoon.
Later we walked back and up over the donkey path, across the top and back down into Yialos where the boys went and played on the new playground in the town square and where Harry became very philosophical. ‘They don’t care about us in the village,’ he said. ‘They have a new playground here but we have nothing, just a big hole in the ground.’ ‘Ah yes,’ I said, ‘but that’s because they are building us a new hospital.’ He thought for a moment. ‘I’d rather have a playground.’ (I think I heard that there are plans for a new one in the village but can’t remember where or when.)
Monday’s early morning walk didn’t happen either, for the same rain stopped play reason (it’s been a bit dull here these past couple of days), but we did tap in the evening, even Neil, whose bad foot had been playing him up all day. He could hardly walk in the morning, but managed a section of 42nd Street in the evening.
That’s caught you up on the weekend, there’s not much planned for the week ahead. Neil’s doing his aerobics with Dawn, as long as he can walk when he gets up (it’s still only 6.00 thanks to the AC) and we’ve a birthday evening planned on Thursday. Apart from that, it looks like it’s going to be a quiet week. Cloudy, damp and quiet.
