Sunday 13 January 2019

Rain most definitely is stopping play...


According to my trusty notebook the plan for today, Sunday, was to have a little walk down to the village and go and visit Dad at the cemetery and then have a coffee or something at the Hotel.  Sadly the weather had different ideas and we woke to a thunder storm raging overhead and what sounded like hail at the windows.  It was a grey and grim start to the day - rolling mists meant you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.  This is not the weather to be walking in and the wet weather would have rendered the bare ground in the cemetery into a mud bath.  The new paths are great but they pass along the head of Dad's grave and not the foot.  We decided to have breakfast and then review the situation.  Periodically the clouds would part and the sun would shine but it just didn't seem settled enough to chance it.


We decided we should entertain ourselves with the new jigsaw Mum bought when we went to Jumbos on Friday.  I am really pleased that she seemed to enjoy the one I bought her for Christmas.  Sadly she seems to have chosen the world's most difficult subject matter!!!!  Cute the picture may be but the tiny pieces all seem to be the same colour save for the tartan rug.  We haven't as yet managed to complete the edge as two thirds seems to be the same colour - dark brown.


Mum and I did take the opportunity to get out for a little walk during a brief period of sunshine.  We didn't venture far for fear of getting caught in the rain and even then had to do a detour because the road at the bottom of our house is pretty flooded.  We went up along by the school and passed the house that advertises halloumi made by Chrysoula.  Chrysoula is an elderly lady from the village who John once saw waiting at the bus stop in Polis and he decided he would save her the wait and offered to give her a lift.  I am not sure they understood one another save for the word Droushia.  I am betting Chrysoula got in the car with some trepidation wondering who the nutter in the Peugeot might be and fearing she might be sold into slavery.  Undaunted John drove her home - chatting Gringlish all the way no doubt and I am guessing that once home Chrysoula shot out as quickly as her arthritic legs could take her.  They have subsequently met and she now recognises him to be not only the man who kidnapped her but also the man do actually does live in Droushia and who just wanted to have her a lift home!


The bad weather was moving across and settling over Polis and Latchi - the clouds looked really threatening and there was a lot of heavy cloud sitting over the mountains in Turkey.  Still we had managed to get out for some fresh air and had returned home without getting wet which was a bonus.  The remainder of the afternoon was one of changeable conditions which included a thick rolling mist at one point.

We were warm and cosy inside and the shepherd's pie was a hit and just the right meal for an indifferent winter's day like today.

We did have a bit of excitement this evening - John stood on my step-stool and the damn thing gave way - narrowly missing Charlie who had been sitting underneath.  This is not a sign that John has over-indulged over Christmas but that the plastic has age hardened.

If it weren't so important to me I could just see what my Christmas present next year was going to be but as I cannot reach any of the kitchen shelves without it I will need to get a replacement and quickly - I shall probably get one from Amazon as they seem to sell them with a weight limit which means that we should be able to buy one which will last - hopefully!!!!

A quite night for us - we were all a bit tired so caught up on some the programmes we had missed over Christmas and then had an early night.  I can't believe it is New Year's Eve tomorrow.

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