For want of something else to witter about, I clicked a button in my OneDrive photo collection that said, ‘Last week through the years,’ and today’s photos are the result. There were also images of a house I grew up in, a wedding on Symi, the East End slums of the 1880s, Harry when he was about eight, standing stones on the Isle of Man, a random model (for a book cover), several views from our balcony, and some goats. However, I chose the four you see today. A sunrise at Pedi, a mask on the front of the building (I’m sure these things have a technical name, but I’ve not looked it up), Yialos at night, and Neil and Yiannis. (Clue: Neil is the one on the left.)
Apart from brightening up a slow news day, these are apropos nothing. What little news there is consists of this. There’s an owl right outside my window right now (4.20 am), and we saw it flying around the house last night, she he/she’s having a busy time. The air raid warning was tested yesterday. I read it was to go off at 11.00, and the last time I heard it, it wailed for a good two or three minutes. Yesterday, it had a go at around 12.53, wound up to almost full pitch and then wailed off again. But at least it works. (Unless it was cut short because it doesn’t work, in which case…)
The photo of Pedi at sunrise reminds me to remind you to get in your orders for the 2024 Symi Dream calendar, which is now on sale, but only available from one outlet. So you don’t lose the link, it’s embedded in the righthand column on this page. A click will take you to Lulu.com, the only place you can order it. Or, you can click here.
On this, a slow day for news, I plan to get a decent amount of book work done, take a short stroll up and down the hill, and spend some time reading about the life of Marie Lloyd (research). Yesterday, Neil received one of those texts that made us laugh at getting old. A message from Vassilis: ‘Can you come tomorrow? Your teeth are ready.’ It used to be, ‘Your photos are ready for collection,’ but now, it’s teeth – he’s having some new crowns fitted, we’re not yet at the gums-only stage. Well, it’s something to talk about.
Actually, that’s a thing. I’ll make a note here to remind me to witter about it again sometime. Why is it, when you get a group of over 50s together, it doesn’t matter where you are — outside a kafeneion, on a boat trip, at the dining table — the conversation invariably turns to medical matters? At least living here we can speak about how excellent the Greek medical system is, especially now we have our village clinic, and private consultants are available within days/hours at the drop of a very reasonable €50 note. Singing the praises of the medical services is for another day. Right now, I have work to do, and if I stay here any longer, I am in danger of becoming interesting.
