Standard Symi Winter Day
So, the second quick blog post of the day, ready for tomorrow so I don’t have to worry about being buffleheaded about it in the morning. (For an explanation of buffleheaded, please read ‘The Saddling.’) Gosh, it’s scary how I get a quick plug in the first paragraph.
Having said we’d had only a little rain or something, yesterday morning was a damp one. Rain falling off and on, the gutters dripping, the sky grey and the air cold. It was a bit like August in England. Only joking. It was, though, a quiet and restful day after the last of the Christmas shenanigans – a games afternoon/evening up at Villa Jeanette with friends. Neil was awarded player of the match for his performance in ‘Just a Minute.’ We had the board game version and a timer, our wits, or some of them, and after some quizzing decided to give this game a go. Neil knew it was coming and was worried about it, as he’d never heard of it let alone listened to it on the radio. Turns out, he won.
It was a great night and a not too cold walk home afterwards. I’d not over indulged because I remembered that my door key should be waiting for me in a secret hiding place near the house. Sure enough, it was there. Harry had come earlier to collect his bike, kept with us for now as it’s close to the square where he rides it. We’d had a workshop on how to use the gate (the lock is the wrong way around) and where to store the bike, where to hide the key etc., and he’d obviously listened. Everything was in place, and he’d clearly had no trouble returning it when we were out. That’s what being a boy scout does for a chap.
And so, it’s Thursday lunchtime now, and Neil is rummaging around in the fridge to see what we have to eat. Neither of us wants to leave the house today, but there is the rubbish to take up and maybe shopping to do. It’s a standard winter day here on Symi, and that means writing, and later, films on television under blankets with the heater on. The photos today are rural ones taken recently.
