The madness and mayhem of New Year’s Eve has come and gone and it really is time to knuckle down to some more self-improvement. Well, maybe after this weekend.
I now have a creative writing course/workbook to investigate and follow. Can’t promise it will improve the spelling and I certainly won’t let it get in the way of my famous typos on the blog (and in the books), but it will help me with technical matters such as making grammar grimmer. I found an ‘ap’ for my tablet that’s supposed to help with grammar but they want money for it so it’ll have to wait.
Any-hoo, on New Year’s Eve we were invited to a birthday party in the afternoon in an old mansion house just of the Kali Strata – thank you for a lovely afternoon to all concerned. The boys were there, playing out in the school playground with their friends from up the road, grey clouds were rolling in over the windmills producing a rainbow, glimpsed through the ubiquitous cables, and the Blue Star came back in, much to the excitement of young Harry.
Later we headed back to the Harry house for a buffet (because you really can’t have enough food at this time of year) and a game of cards, the boys stayed up until midnight, Harry’s first time seeing in the New Year, and there was much merriment had.
But, and here’s one of those, ‘What is it about Symi that makes you want to stay?’ questions answered. On the way from birthday party to buffet, Neil went off to collect a package that had been left for him by the courier at The Sunrise – so there’s answer number one, courier services leaving your things with friends/neighbours/anyone who they know you know or else who speaks the same language, and said friends holding on to it for you until you can get there to collect it and not being inconvenienced; or if they are, then not saying so. And then part two of the answer: on arriving at Sotiris’ super market (sic) and (Jenine) being told that the join of pork she had requested from George had already been taken to her house and put in her downstairs freezer.
Now there’s service for you. But it goes further: as George had recently been in for a cataract operation he’d not been able to ‘process’ his own pig, so had procured this huge shoulder(?) of pork from elsewhere… and there was no charge, a gift for our St Vasilis Day celebrations. I mean, where else would that happen?
So, later today (I am writing this yesterday as Neil hoovers the house and the Alarm Cat), we are heading back to the Harry House for even more feasting and fun. It’s got to stop sometime surely?
