I’d forgotten about this annual ceremony, The Procession of the Pitsos. Actually, I don’t know what make of fridge it was that was being carried out of the taverna the other day. Hopefully, it was on its way to a better place. Or maybe I should say a ‘different’ place, in case someone sensitive thinks I mean the taverna isn’t a good place, and gets offended. The last thing I want to do is cause offence or be a trigger. In my day, Trigger was a horse, not an excuse to become terminally insulted by the slightest thing, and being offended was a rare event. Now, it seems, it’s an acceptable way of drawing attention to yourself, and by declaring yourself offended, you garner the sympathy of the world around you, or at least, hope to.
Get over it. It’s a fridge leaving on its last journey having housed wine and water for a hundred years, and it will probably end up in the landfill dump like everything else that gets thrown away around here. The other day, someone asked where on the island they could find a recycling point. As much as we applauded their intentions and naïveté, we had to shake heads and declare there was no such thing. Not since that mayoral election when Harry was still in junior school and the kids enthusiastically got together and geared up for recycling because special bins and collection points had appeared, only to vanish again a couple of weeks after voting. Perhaps if we had recycling activity that the young people could become involved in, there would be less of this.
I don’t mean the shop that’s locally known as ‘Mr Chan’s Chinese Emporium of all things cheap and cheerful.’ (The €8.00 shower head with internal turbo fan is a must have – it’s so powerful and uses a lot less water, but that’s a story for another rambling post.) Actually, I like that wall. It’s somewhere the youff of the village can express itself while waiting for its six-year-old best mate to finish selling cigarettes and come out to ride up and down on noisy motorbikes as a way of celebrating their 14th birthdays. There is some very choice philosophy on that wall if you look closely and translate, some rather anatomically incorrect genitalia, and a few hopeful yet somehow tragic love messages between eleven year olds. I think it’s a village feature and should have Perspex placed over it to preserve it, but then again, I’m still only half awake and it’s Monday morning.
Anyway, we’re expecting high winds today and tomorrow, though it’s still warm, and that’s the news for now.
