Yesterday seemed to be all about food, floods and feasting. Oh, and fabulous things. After a morning at home with me hassling Amazon to get on and release the next book (and being told it will happen, just be patient), I prepared myself for my piano student’s end-of-season recital. This year, he was to play for his dad for the first time ever, so we were both a little nervous, even if a) I didn’t say so because I didn’t want to add to his nervousness, and b), he didn’t say so because he’s a teenager. We had a play through, decided there was nothing more to do, and talked about boats and the view while we waited for the audience. It (they?) arrived, we started with a swing duet, then he went solo for a grade four exam piece still in progress, the song he wrote during our theory and song-writing sessions, and finished Beethoven’s Fur Elise. The result: a proud teacher/god dad, proud dad, proud student and rightly so. Fabulous.
This, btw, was after the flood of the morning when I did some washing and had to empty the machine manually because the pump wasn’t working. Every spare towel in the house is now hanging up to dry as the only way to empty the thing is to drain it on to the floor. Strangely, when I did a second wash, the thing worked perfectly, just like it used to, but like it hasn’t for the last two weeks. We’ll try it again later and see what happens. Hopefully, it was a blockage that’s now moved on ‘cos there’s no way I can afford another machine. Strangely, the laundry room now smells of drains, which it’s not done for a while, so it seems we either have a non-functioning machine, or we have the smell of the drains. You can’t have everything.
As for the food and feasting, that was a trip to the new Indian restaurant in Yialos. My nephew and I went there last night while Neil entertained Mother in the village, allowing us some ‘Neph & Unck’ time. I will do a longer post about this tomorrow. Apart from the food, which was amazing, it was also good to see godson two was in town with his dad, and we were able to have a quick chat, which included me telling him off for not wearing a crash helmet when on his moped.
I’m not sure what’s going to be on the menu today, as it’s a stay-home day and there’s nothing much left in the fridge. A shopping expedition might be on the cards…
