We took a walk down to Pedi on Wednesday afternoon, and I was going to take some photos, but we were running late, and I didn’t want to stop in the cold for snaps. So, I have promised myself that I will go out and about with the camera next week, weather permitting, and so, please bear with me and the photos, which are not so recent.
Yesterday, when I woke up at six, I was straight into my woollen socks, thermals (top and bottom) thick jogging ‘pants’ that have never been used for jogging, of course, two sweatshirts and a fleece, plus fingerless gloves and a hat Mother made me for Christmas. I’m not saying that it feels cold in a Symi house first thing in the morning but… It feels cold in a Symi house first thing in the morning, in February. It’s clear outside, and the wind has died down, which helps, but it’s still a bit of a rush to get dressed. Showers wait until later in the day when I’ve warmed up a bit.
Sitting at my desk with the shutters shut gives me no view of anything apart from the cat by the heater and all the mess in the office I really must tidy away one day. There’s my concertina (which needs repair) on the sofa with a book about Barbara Streisand I’ve yet to start, several notebooks each with a few pages used and lots of white space, some presents to wrap and some camera equipment to put away. Over there by the door on another table are the new keyboard that didn’t work properly (four clicks to get the mouse to work? I don’t think so) and the old office chair that did my back in. That needs to go to the scrap heap as soon as I can get it there. Next door, Neil is putting away the shopping he just went foraging for at Sotiris’ supermarket (though Sotiris is in Athens at the moment having medical work done on his arm) and very shortly I need to go and do some housework ahead of visitors arriving for dinner later.
So, it’s all a bit chilly, but there is a lot to do. Symi is still quiet though there’s building work going on up the lane, as there always is at this time of year when the weather is good. There’s a mule parked up in the grass nearby, and that keeps going off with a protest, and there is a distant chug from a fishing boat I can hear but not see. My list of jobs to do (when I get around to them) is growing by the day too. Take away the old vine cuttings, tidy the courtyard, cut down the fig tree opposite (it’s on common land so that should be okay), and get around to fixing the leaks on the kitchen tap, and showers.
Ah well, maybe after lunch…