Friday 23 March 2018

Cleaning up


The day before my dad died had been such a lovely bright day which was good as we had rearranged January's weather postponed village clean.  We were full of enthusiasm and although it is the same old faces who pitch up each time (minus Rob and Di on this occasion as they were in the UK) we carry on regardless.  At times I have wondered why we bother and have even doubted that the village actually know who we are and that we do actually live in Droushia but whilst they may not join us in our litter picking they came to support us and pay their respects at the graveside when we laid my Dad to rest.  We were really touched and had not expected any of the locals to come as they would not really have known Dad although they might have seen him with us either when we used to walk around the village or more latterly at the Hotel.  But come they did and laid flowers on the graveside, said their prayers and hugged us all.  It was a humbling experience but one which confirmed how right our decision had been to make this village our home and for Dad to be here.


Lynda and Klaus joined us and it was a pleasant walk down the main road and to be fair there wasn't a really massive amount of litter which is encouraging particularly as there had been workmen along that stretch and they certainly have no idea with a green bin is for.  Lynda had recently returned from the UK where she has had to settle her mother into a residential home - this has been difficult for her.


We worked our way down to the cafe at the bottom of the hill pleased with our efforts - lots of people toot encouragement or stop and have a chat - at least they don't lob their litter out in front of us!  We had left the Pug at the bottom so that we could drive back up - coming down is ok but the walk back up is a step too far.  We were about to leave when Loukas called us to his cafe and offered us coffee for our efforts.  It was a lovely morning to be sat outside and we accepted gratefully.


John's reward for all his hard work was a special treat - croissants for breakfast filled with ham and cheese and baked in the oven with freshly brewed coffee and orange juice.  It had been a good start to the day and we set off for Paps in search of something special for Sunday lunch when Mum and Dad and Jane and John were set to join us - little did we know then how the weekend was to unfold.

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