It was the most beautiful day today and John was busy busy
busy doing his Friday Badders thing so something got into me – it must have
been the sun – and I felt the need to spring clean – this tickled John who
asked if I needed a map to find the mop and bucket – he used to say a similar
thing when he went on board ship – did I need a map to find the hoover?? Cheeky bugger – I know that when it comes to
cleaning I am most definitely not my mother’s daughter but when I am in the
mood I will give it a good go.
There is so much dust in Cyprus and with no carpets and
tiled floors the dust just accumulates and sometimes you get balls like
tumbleweed rolling across the floor – our bedrooms had taken on the appearance
of some wild west backwater!
It is cathartic cleaning – I hate to admit it but there is
something so nice about the house being clean and tidy and something even
better about having what John would call ‘fresh hay’ – clean sheets. So today our bedding was washed, ironed and
back on the bed all in a couple of hours – oooooh boy, cant wait to climb into
that tonight!
Whilst I was in the mood I got round to potting up the herbs
that I had bought from the London supermarket yesterday. When John was helping Frank clear out his
loft he rescued some old yoghurt pots which had been drilled out so could be
used as planters. I bought thyme,
oregano, basil, mint, chives and rosemary to that they could be in pots outside
the kitchen door ready for me to use when I needed them. John is going to put a shelf up for them.
I managed to spend some time weeding – the front garden is
beginning to look really nice with all the Californian poppies in flower along
with the self seeded lavender. It has
been a much more successful year partly because the weather has been much
kinder and partly because I have learned which plants will survive and which ones
wont. We are going to spend some time on
the garden over the next few days before it gets too hot to be out there!
As it was such a lovely day that I thought I would try and
mend my poorly tablet. The touch screen
had stopped working and I had read on the internet that it I heated it up and
then smoothed it down and put something heavy on it whilst it cooled it should
start working again. It was worth a go
because if it worked it would have cost me nothing and if it didn’t I was no
worse off anyway. It got really hot in
the sun – I was a bit worried that I might have cooked the insides – but I
dutifully smoothed it all down and placed a heavy weight on it and kept my
fingers crossed. Tah Dah – it worked – I
can’t believe it – it worked and I think it is working better now than it ever
did – I am chuffed to bits.
At this time of year we often see people in the field next
door foraging – probably looking for the wild asparagus. John had seen this lady earlier – she is so
much a product of old Cyprus and I wonder how she views the island now in its
current turmoil. We watched her shuffle
up the road and passed the hoardings for the Medlife Centre – a retirement home
project with state of the art facilities – I am guessing she would find this
hard to comprehend as she walks back to her one room home in the village!
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