Looks like we’re finishing off the week with rain. It’s still dark outside. I was woken at 5.20 by thunder, which has now stopped, but it’s certainly been raining. According to the Poseidon forecast, it’s going to hang around all day, but not be too severe. We shall see.
I had a fun day yesterday. Excuse the old person talk, but one of the reasons I’ve not done much walking of late is due to a bad hip. I had the osteopath click it all back into the right place back in February, but it’s currently playing up again. Basically, some nerve or other gets compressed and sends a hot pain through my left leg, making walking or standing up for any length of time a pain in the arras. Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist for which meant a walk down the steps, putting a brave face on things, and thankfully, lying down for a short while. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind afterwards, what with the lanes blocked by tour parties, the road blocked by bemused sheep, and lots of nice people wanting to say hello. Head down, no time or inclination for photos, ignore the bars in case you catch someone’s eye, straight towards the bus, and even better, because I was early, a taxi.
Anyway, got home fine and a couple of hours later, managed a pot noodle. Not had one for years. I’d forgotten how terrible they are, but at least it was edible. It’s funny, isn’t it? I’ve decided that no-one over the age of fifty can sit at a café table with anyone for longer than five minutes without mentioning ailments. I must hear something every day. ‘How are you?’ ‘Don’t ask…’ and off we go into a round of these hurts, and that needs seeing to, and I’d just got over that when this started, ‘Mustn’t grumble’ means there’s something to grumble about, ‘and on top of it all, I’ve now got to have my ears syringed.’ (Not me, my imaginary table companion.) I mean, do we all think that our ailments, of great interest to ourselves, are going to be of any kind of interest to others? Only if those others are the competitive sort, perhaps. ‘Oh, I had that…’ ‘Nothing to worry about, what you should do is…’ (It’s worse when they start comparing treatments and offering remedies.) We all do it, and maybe it helps, I don’t know. Maybe there’s nothing else to talk about around here, apart from rain and pain.
Whatever, I have a draft to finish this weekend, so I am getting on with that. Have a fun one. Oh, below is a small gallery of ‘Symi in rainy weather’ images, and beneath that, should be a video of the Kali Strata (outside our old shop) taken one evening when it was, er, raining slightly.
