Sorry, no news or rambling today, just a few archive photos. I’m dashing out to dash through the snow (metaphoric), hark the heralds, and be away in a manger managing a keyboard, complete with a descant (I remembered, Terri) that’s hopefully in the right key. After that, there’s a chapter needs finishing, and the first of the Christmas events at the godboy’s house. May have more time tomorrow. Not that May, we don’t talk about her.
Monday. Neil has just set off to Yialos for a few things, heading out into the drizzle that’s slowly adding to the water in the sterna. The Dodecanese Express has just come in, and Nimos is shaded grey by the gentle rain. It’s very quiet up here, apart from the trickle of water into the sterna, and the distant rattle of a dill that’s digging up a lane towards Ag. Haritomeni.
The sound is now joined by the washing machine. I discovered a pair of shoes (made from a kind of suede substitute material, I suppose you could call in pseudo suede) that were starting to grow mould, so I thought I should wash them. I should point out that the mould was on the outside, nothing to do with my feet but all to do with the damp conditions we get on the island in the winter. Leaving them in the shower room for three months probably didn’t help.
So, as the washing machine tap-dances on and I wonder how wet Neil is down there, I turn my attention back to the day-to-day which, today, is about writing. Tomorrow we have another practice for the carols and songs on Friday – 5pm, Lefteris’ kafeneion in Horio square – and a dinner out, so there’s lots to look forward to (for me) as I leave you with these three photos taken yesterday (Monday).
As it’s a bit of a grey day outside today (Sunday), I thought I’d put up random Symi photos with colour. Actually, one of them is from Cyprus, but… Whatever.
It’s Sunday morning, and I’m going Christmas shopping. Online. I have some things to order for people which should arrive in time for next weekend, mainly Symi Dream calendars to be delivered to Australia, England and even Dungeness. Because they are printed locally (i.e. the UK or Ireland rather than America, and actually in Australia) they usually arrive after a couple of days of the order. After that, I am getting back to writing as it’s a Sunday.
Friday evening was fabulous, with the godboys and their mum here for dinner. Neil made as a roast, Harry entertained us with his wit, Sam contributed to discussions with his dry humour and was much more grown up about things than the adults, and he and mum had made the pudding as well. Jenine has a dislocated finger, so the boys are chipping in with housework and chores. We were going to watch a film after dinner but with The Family around the kitchen table chatting and having fun, time just slipped away.
Neil’s been up, and down the Kali Strata and elsewhere collecting deliveries, the Blue Star came in late following a general strike at some point along the way (not just by the boat), the weather has turned slightly cloudy and that harbour, as seen from up here, is a-glitter with festive lights.
I’m pleased to add that the sales of the new ‘Symi, Stuff & Nonsense’ have been going well and raising some money for the school. I’ll have a proper update after Christmas when the ‘offer’ (buy a Symi book and contribute to the school books fund) expires.