Symi playing at ‘home’?
A quick follow-on from yesterday’s post with a bit of an update. If you want to help the Symi under 12 football team realise their dream of playing in a European tournament in the UK later this year, see the post for yesterday (bellow). What I didn’t include was the link to the organisation that arranges these team and friend building sports tours. So, you can find more info here: https://www.sports-tours.co.uk/ I just read that the guys may end up at Camber Sands, near where I grew up and near where my brother still lives at Dungeness – how spooky is that? If they get the funds together they will, in my case, be playing at ‘home’, as it were.
What’s also rather spooky, and completely off topic, are the noises Jack has been making these past few days. He’s been very unsettled, might be the weather. When not sleeping or concentrating hard on what’s in his food bowl, he has been wandering around the courtyard and house shouting at nothing in particular. Making the most amazing noises that sound like he is in distress but, apart from his bleeding ears and a bit of fur loss (being treated with athlete’s foot cream again) he’s quite fit and healthy. I often wonder if the house has nomadic ghosts that only he can see and he’s shouting at them.
In Symi news, such that I’ve noticed, there’s a film showing at the cinema club at Mandeio and that seems back to its normal Sunday afternoon/evening routine; Neil has been attending the aerobics classes; the boats have been coming and going despite some bad weather, and we have escaped the snow that has debilitated many places across the country recently. It’s actually quite warm today, Thursday, at around 10 or more degrees and it is, once again, colder inside the house than it is outside.
As you can see, it’s a bit of a no-news day today as I spent yesterday at home with my books and things. I’ve moved on from reading about great mountaineering disasters to a biography of Laurence Olivier while keeping one eye on what’s on Netflix and starting on ‘The Hollow Crown’ (thanks mother) which is a very good way of understanding Shakespeare, apart from anything else. I wish we’d had such things when at school ‘studying’ Henry IV part two, I would have understood what was going on much more easily than I did. Luckily, for my O Level, we had a film version of Great Expectations on the TV the night before the exam and I watched that. Well, it saved reading the book and I still got a B for English Lit.
Anyway, enough of this no-news, I’m off to check where the cat might have been bleeding and get some veg on for lunch. Oh, the excitement of the winter on Symi.
