This morning I went up to the cemetery to check on Dad. Everything was looking good and there was no need to water the flowers because, I am guessing, Klaus had been there earlier and done the job for me. As I stood by Dad's grave there was a fly past of a helicopter - very apt for someone who worked for so many years at Westlands in Yeovil where they made those incredible flying machines. This one was probably Russian though.
I took this picture at home to send to my sister. Many years ago she had the pink and white geranium in a trough outside her front door in Balsall Common where she lives. I had taken a small cutting and brought it back hoping it would survive.
For a couple of years it resided in a toilet we had removed from the bathroom and placed in the garden for a laugh and I had planted it up. When we removed it I moved the plant to the front garden where it seemed to just about survive until this last winter when the conditions were clearly right and this spring it has been an absolute picture - the key is clearly to give it very little care and attention and then it puts on a magnificent show.
She replied by sending me a photograph of the temperatures at her home today - a heady 6.3 degrees outside - that is cold by anybody's book particularly as we are heading for the middle of April. It seems that the UK had had a grim winter although the forecast looks like they will have a massive boost in temperatures next week and not before time. For all the issues we might encounter over here the weather more than makes up for it. Everyone seems so much happier when the sun is shining that's for sure and although I don't mind being indoors I hate it when I am forced to be so because of the weather. I am guessing John will be finding it a tad chilly 'oop North'.
I went to pickleball this afternoon and was pleased that Kyle's dad has returned as a regular player on a Thursday as we often struggle to fill that day and he is quite a handy player - he had a knee injury similar to John and has had to give up badminton for the time being but, like John, felt pickleball wasn't so punishing on his joints. Although Mum and I were going out this evening for a meal at her local taverna we went out for an afternoon cuppa and chose to go to the Amphitheatre Cafe in Tala as she likes it there. The view is lovely and, as Mum feels the cold, it has a nice conservatory area where we chose to sit.
The resident cat Scruff obviously knows a soft touch when he sees one and came to make my acquaintance almost immediately. The only trouble was he was a bit hot sat on my lap and prevented me from tackling the scone, jam and cream that Mum and I had decided to share.
We spent a nice half hour or probably longer in the warmth of the conservatory but decided we had probably made a bad move in eating so soon before we were due out for our evening meal!
We shot back to Emba for a quick shower and change before setting off. We were meeting up with Angela and Richard - the couple who are responsible for Mum and Dad's move to Cyprus and therefore for ours too. Many years ago they had an apartment on the Tombs of the Kings Road and after Mum and Dad stayed there one week Dad fell in love with the island and the rest is history.
Thanasi opens at 5.30pm and we had decided to eat early so that I didn't have to drive back to Droushia too late - plus the cats would be starving having missed their tea. This was a favourite eatery for Mum and Dad and Mum is keen to continue to support it but it is only open in the evenings so not somewhere she would like to visit on her own and rightly so. We had a very pleasant evening with Angela and Richard. They had taken Mum out to lunch yesterday so it was not the first time they had met up since Dad died which meant that our evening was probably a little more relaxed than it might have been. They are good company and we have known them for years. It was strange to be there without Dad particularly as only one half carafe of wine was ordered - that would never had done for Ronnie!
I took this picture at home to send to my sister. Many years ago she had the pink and white geranium in a trough outside her front door in Balsall Common where she lives. I had taken a small cutting and brought it back hoping it would survive.For a couple of years it resided in a toilet we had removed from the bathroom and placed in the garden for a laugh and I had planted it up. When we removed it I moved the plant to the front garden where it seemed to just about survive until this last winter when the conditions were clearly right and this spring it has been an absolute picture - the key is clearly to give it very little care and attention and then it puts on a magnificent show.
She replied by sending me a photograph of the temperatures at her home today - a heady 6.3 degrees outside - that is cold by anybody's book particularly as we are heading for the middle of April. It seems that the UK had had a grim winter although the forecast looks like they will have a massive boost in temperatures next week and not before time. For all the issues we might encounter over here the weather more than makes up for it. Everyone seems so much happier when the sun is shining that's for sure and although I don't mind being indoors I hate it when I am forced to be so because of the weather. I am guessing John will be finding it a tad chilly 'oop North'.
I went to pickleball this afternoon and was pleased that Kyle's dad has returned as a regular player on a Thursday as we often struggle to fill that day and he is quite a handy player - he had a knee injury similar to John and has had to give up badminton for the time being but, like John, felt pickleball wasn't so punishing on his joints. Although Mum and I were going out this evening for a meal at her local taverna we went out for an afternoon cuppa and chose to go to the Amphitheatre Cafe in Tala as she likes it there. The view is lovely and, as Mum feels the cold, it has a nice conservatory area where we chose to sit.
The resident cat Scruff obviously knows a soft touch when he sees one and came to make my acquaintance almost immediately. The only trouble was he was a bit hot sat on my lap and prevented me from tackling the scone, jam and cream that Mum and I had decided to share.We spent a nice half hour or probably longer in the warmth of the conservatory but decided we had probably made a bad move in eating so soon before we were due out for our evening meal!
We shot back to Emba for a quick shower and change before setting off. We were meeting up with Angela and Richard - the couple who are responsible for Mum and Dad's move to Cyprus and therefore for ours too. Many years ago they had an apartment on the Tombs of the Kings Road and after Mum and Dad stayed there one week Dad fell in love with the island and the rest is history.
Thanasi opens at 5.30pm and we had decided to eat early so that I didn't have to drive back to Droushia too late - plus the cats would be starving having missed their tea. This was a favourite eatery for Mum and Dad and Mum is keen to continue to support it but it is only open in the evenings so not somewhere she would like to visit on her own and rightly so. We had a very pleasant evening with Angela and Richard. They had taken Mum out to lunch yesterday so it was not the first time they had met up since Dad died which meant that our evening was probably a little more relaxed than it might have been. They are good company and we have known them for years. It was strange to be there without Dad particularly as only one half carafe of wine was ordered - that would never had done for Ronnie!
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