It was Epiphany yesterday, but I don’t know if any events happened here on Symi. I heard that, despite the government’s edicts and restrictions, some churches were set to defy the no-gatherings rules and go ahead with the formal events. As I say, I don’t know about here, I’m writing this before nine in the morning yesterday, so nothing has happened yet. Well, we have had bells ringing from churches, but these are controlled by one person and a button these days, apart from the outer bell at a church gate which is also one person, but with a rope.
I was out walking and didn’t pass any particularly large numbers of people heading towards a mountain monastery or anything. Epiphany is usually held by the sea in any case, but there was only the usual number of people going up and down the mountain in masks. They were in cars, actually, but wearing masks… You know what I mean.
Back home, I was just in time to have a shower and was turning the water off when there was a power cut. It’s no fun when this happens halfway through a showering. You find yourself all soaped up with no way to wash and go, but I was just in the nick of, as they say. It was only a brief outage in any case, which was just as well as I was gasping for a cup of tea.
As you can see, brief and pointless today, but I have a chapter in my head to get out, and I want to do that before stopping for lunch. I’m still only working mornings and must get out of that habit. Today, though (yesterday) we have to take down the decorations, a task which should take all of ten minutes. We’ll be finding bits of them and strands of silver stuff in odd places for months to come, but the initial cull is usually a brief one. Must get on. Chat tomorrow.