I think we’re both worn out from the ‘holiday’ week now, far too much entertaining and eating out. But no more guests for a while now, and I am going to get back into the habit of turning down invitations to things that start after eight p.m. Not getting old (well, I am of course) just want to get back into the early morning routine. It seems impossible this year though.
Still, here we are, Tuesday (Monday as I write) and I have a day in Rhodes to plan for next week. I think next Wednesday might be the day to go. I have some insurance things to see to and I fancy a day out. Before then there is work to do. I have started on the second draft of the new novel and will be progressing through that in the afternoons, without too many interruptions I hope. But having said that, there is one planned for this evening as it’s Sam’s birthday – and that’s not going to be too late a night; and even if it is, it doesn’t matter, It’s Sam’s birthday.
And meanwhile, on Symi, what’s been going on? The train is going, the horse and carriage is running its trips, the taxi boats are heading out, the Poseidon is doing its trips too – not sure about the Diagoras at the moment – and things are ticking along quite nicely. At least that’s how it looks from the outside. There’s lots on sale, there are day trippers coming in and the weather is hot. 30 degrees in the shade in our one porch by mid-morning. A slight breeze helps us keep cool, especially with all the windows open.
The cat’s not happy as usual, never is at this time of year. Doesn’t know what he wants. He’s always at my feet looking at me, trying to hypnotise me into taking him to the kitchen for another look at his food bowl. I keep it covered and as fresh as possible but he only thinks he wants to eat, he doesn’t really. He does first thing though, so it’s only the heat of the day that troubles him. Still alarms the house at five in the morning though when he thinks it’s time for us to get up.
And that’s my news really, another day of same old same old, ticking over, nothing to complain about, quite happy, getting on with things. And getting on with Tuesday: a trip to Yialos to see the accountant about my tax return, a trip to the post office, a trip to the pet shop to get cat litter (joy! 5 kilos to carry up the hill) and then a birthday party at Pedi to look forward to. Such is life.
