Tooth Out, Head Off, Man Up
Here are a few things that we were up to over the weekend, and some photos from Friday. That was the day I had to go and see one of our wonderful dentists because an old tooth at the back has been playing up and I didn’t want it to turn nasty when we are away. I saw Vasilis who remembered the work he’d done on it last year when he did a temporary fix, as the tooth had a crack in it. Temporary lasted for over a year, so that wasn’t bad, but on Friday the only thing that could be done was to whip it out. I have to say, that was done without any pain at all after it was numbed, and although it was a bit of a tug-of-war, it came out in one piece.
I did feel a bit ‘knocked sideways’, as you do, but when the anaesthetic wore off, there was hardly any ache or uncomfortableness, so a good piece of work and, as usual, it was a very good price.
On the way down to Yialos, we passed one of the school classes having their photo taken on the Kali Strata…
In Yialos itself, there were a lot of deliveries being unloaded and sorted in the town square and many businesses were preparing for the summer. I’d been told by the deputy mayor (the dentist) about the visit by the parliamentary leader of the position the other day and the clean-up work that has been done after last November’s storm/flood. There is still work to do, and some of it is being hampered by lack of access. Moving massive boulders from watercourses without heavy lifting machinery (as it can’t reach the areas) is no easy task. (My words.)
It was a bright and sunny day, and I was tempted to sit outside a café, but not after having a tooth pulled out. Home for a rest and a snooze, followed in the evening by a lovely dinner up at Villa Jeanette (thank you Miss DJ). The theme continued on Saturday with another wonderful dinner at Holty Towers (thank you A & M & A), and today – Sunday – we’re off to the godboys’ house for lunch, but that comes at a price…
The price, in this case, being the transportation of one’s dinner from Olive Tree freezer to upper Horio. Neil dealt with that (it’s a standard Symi thing, wandering the lanes with a dead lamb in a blue plastic bag). Up at Mamma’s Kitchen, he helped with the surgical process needed to fit the thing in the oven. In this case, it entailed sawing off the head with a bread knife and hacking off the ‘happy sacks’ with a carving knife before chasing his eldest godson around the sitting room with one of them. Don’t know why godson was so outraged, it was only a few years ago the two of them ate the same things after frying them up.
And so Sunday is here, and I am at the desk adjusting to the view. I gave the office a good tidy up and spring clean on Saturday. We took the defunct piano apart and tried to get it into the mousandra (we’re keeping it in case a fix is forthcoming in May), but it weighs a tonne, so it’s ended up in the spare bathroom, which acts as a storage area in the winter. It’s passing has given me more room and so I had a re-organise. I haven’t turned the desk to face the window before because it means having my back to the door – uncomfortable – but I might get used to it. If not, I’ll turn it around, or maybe move it away from the window and sit with my back to the view; I can always turn and look out. Will see. And that’s where we are.
This will be the last week of blogging before a two-week break, and I will try and make it an entertaining one. Well, you never know, stranger things have happened.