Quiet and chilly
All very quiet in Yialos yesterday. People who visit here only in the summer wouldn’t recognise the place; only a few folks in the cafes, no sailing boats, only the essential shops open, other familiar places not only closed but undergoing repairs or even restoration, and no ferries at all, not on a Tuesday.
I biting wind greeted me as I left the house in thermals, jacket, hat and gloves (and everything else). This increased as I took the Kali Strata down, the steps acting as a wind tunnel to bring the north breeze up to greet me. Some local cats were hanging out on their motorbike like a gang of Mods from the 60s, moggy-mods perhaps, I saw few others on the way down, but by the time I reached the bank, I had warmed up. A quick ‘raid’ there and a check at the post office, and then back up the steps again, sweating by that point. I’ve not seen any bills for three months which is a bit worrying, as there’s usually something every month. I reckon they are in our landlord’s post box outside his house, and we will get them eventually, but I’d rather keep on top of them, particularly as the water meter hasn’t been read for about two years and last time it came in, I took the reading down and reported it, and it was, then, a fair amount of money. Anyway, that quick trip was about the highlight of my day yesterday, that and a shower which is not as pleasant or easy as it sounds when your bathroom’s only five degrees above freezing.