Haralambos Name Day
Sunday was the name day for Haralambos (Aγιος Χαράλαμπος), and the festival is held each year at Agios Athanasios in Horio because that’s where the icon is. It’s our godson’s name day, so I went up to the church while Neil stayed home with the other godson who had come round to help put a desk together and do some odd jobs. I arrived at the church just as the service finished, making me feel like I’d only turned up for the cakes, but I was made welcome. I stood in the sun accepting various sweet things to worry my sugar levels including rock cakes made by Harry’s mum and passed around by the man himself and his friends, chocolate and coconut sponge, biscuits and coffee, but I politely declined the doughnuts -you can have too much of a good thing.
Afterwards, we went for a souvlaki BBQ in the garden and, as there’s no such thing as a free lunch, picked lemons for the world famous Olive Tree homemade lemonade. It was a sunny and calm day once the wind died, though a cold one and us adults finished off with a drink at the Rainbow and a good old ‘put the world to rights’ chat.
I’m not sure where it came from, but I woke up at three this morning with a stinking cold and a sore throat so I’ll be staying in and keeping warm today. I’ll be moaning a lot because that’s what men are meant to do, but I also plan to churn out another few thousand words of a story during the day. Sorry, can’t speak any more, throat hurts…