Wednesday started off clear, then wet, then clear again and finally settled down to what people were jokingly referring to as ‘Kalokairi’, summer. I wouldn’t go that far but as I write, late on Wednesday afternoon, the sun is lighting up Harani and the church of Evangalismos, the sea is a kind of grey-blue hybrid, and calm, and there is a sky that resembles the opening of ‘the Simpsons.’
Actually, it’s not as late as I think, I haven’t seen the Blue Star come back in yet and that’s due at 16.30. We saw it come in in the morning, as we were down in Yialos dealing with some bits and pieces: Cat litter, doctor visit, accountant, cat food, post office check, collecting a new toaster, having a coffee, watching the world go by, that kind of thing.
We managed to collect several bags and a large box and so didn’t walk back up, not with five kilos of kitty-litter, two kettles, one toaster and shopping, not in the ‘summer.’ Back at the house we discovered that Jack had not been guarding the place and ‘Ginger Spice’ had helped herself to not only his food but also to stuff from what I thought was a bag yet to be un packed, but turned out to be yesterday’s potato peelings. She, Ginger, was clearly not impressed by them and left them on the floor for me. But now she thinks she’s allowed in and has serious designs not only on eating Jack’s food but making him the adopted father of the kittens she’s about to drop. We’re not having that!
Jack is now spending more time outside growling at Ginger Spice and sniffing the walls, and when he is not doing that he is wandering around randomly shouting at things, checking every closed door and following me about like a dog. He’s fine in the evenings when he settles on his rug beside the heater as we watch films from the discomfort of our director’s chairs. Which brings us on to furniture deliveries. We didn’t see the big truck coming off the boat this morning and Michaelis has no idea if our furniture is on it if/when it does arrive; he won’t know until he opens the doors. But, as I write, the boat is due in half an hour and from up here in my aerie I am going to watch to see if the big truck comes off it. More scintillating furniture delivery news may come your way very soon if you are incredibly unlucky…
But before that, you might like to start the on-going adventures of ‘Neil and the name-change.’ Our landlord wants the electricity bill for the house to be in the tenant’s name – Neil; the accountant has given him some papers and instruction to take them to the ΔΕΗ. He’s been to the ΔΕΗ and the chap there had no idea what to do with them and suggested he called the ΔΕΗ helpline that you find on the bill. That’s part one of this tale which, I have a feeling, will run and run.
Oh, but talking of luck: Symi is now on digital TV and if you don’t have a certain kind of TV you will need to buy a box or something. I thought I’d give our non-smart TV a go and found that it automatically tuned itself in to about 15 sparklingly clear Greek channels without the aid of a digi-box. So our TV does have a use after all!
