I thought you’d like to share a bit of a shopping experience with me in a couple of photos. The caged birds aren’t to everyone’s taste, I know, but it’s a custom in this country and we respect local traditions, or at least we can’t complain about them as, well, who are we to complain? I like the sound of birdsong as I shop, it’s better than the cheesy pipe music they drone out in some places. We’re going to Jumbo on Friday (Rhodes) where they will on doubt be playing Christmas music including the Jumbo song. I thought this soundtrack thing was meant to make shopping more relaxing? Last time I was in Jumbo with their seasonal offerings blaaring*, it made me want to leave the shop, not stay longer and browse. Ah well.
Still 20 degrees in the courtyard during the day, washing out, drying nicely, calm breeze, grey sea at times if there’s cloud cover, but all rather warm and lovely at the moment. Someone reported the sea being about 24 degrees yesterday and said they had a lovely, warm swim, and it’s still possible to sit out in the square of an evening. We’ll be doing that later before going to dinner with a friend who leaves tomorrow. We’ll be off to Rhodes ourselves on Friday for the day and night for a bit of shopping and a couple of other things, and that’s going to constitute my holiday for this year.
Meanwhile, day to day life potters on around here. Looking after the house, getting those odd jobs done or, in my case, getting someone who knows what they are doing to get them done. Hopefully this weekend the leaking water tank, WC and kitchen tap will be sorted, and there will be fewer niggles for me to fuss about.
[* The word blaar or blarrin‘ etc., is Kentish dialect for bleating, going on, making a racket etc., Readers of The Saddling series will know this.]