42 Days to Go...

The morning after the night before and so John and I had to go into town to retrieve the car.  I suggested we could walk as it was a really beautiful spring-like day.  John thought we should go on the bus until I pointed out that two single tickets were the best part of five quid and then the Yorkshireman in him took over and he visibly blanched and decided that walking was the way ahead!  Anyway it was a nice walk and it was good to get some exercise and on the way into town we discussed the walks we will be planning in the future, to Inea and Pano Arodes - we have to get a couple sussed pretty quickly so that we have somewhere to go with Trev and Vix when they come over.

Once in town John was able to reinact a famous scene from the Two Ronnies when we went into the ironmonger/tool shop at the bottom of town to ask if they had "any o's" (not garden 'ose - o's as in zero's). - we are trying to find some wrought iron numbers and letters for the gate in Droushia (10B)!!

We managed to get a few more packing chores done today - Mark helped John dismantle the shed and get it into the garage so we now have a very bare patch of garden to the side of the house.  Little by little things are getting sorted.

I didn't feel too good this afternoon - still think it is the remains of the sickness bug I had last week and periodically it sort of comes over me - a bit like poor Catherine last night.  I decided to have a quiet hour so John went round to Mark's to watch the England rugby team get thumped by the Irish - much to Mark's amusement although the French repaid the compliment later on by thumping the Welsh.  Both John and Mark seemed to have questions about the parentage of the referees (if you know what I mean)!!  Still it wasn't a total loss on the sporting front today as Sheffield United managed a monumental victory over dirty dirty Leeds (sorry Trev!).

This evening we had a very pleasant meal at the Northover with Helen and Pete.  Their son in law Stu is head chef there but not working tonight.  Helen and Pete have just become very very proud grandparents as their daughter Kelly gave birth to a son, Mason, on March 8th - I do think she could have held on and done it on March 9th so he shared my birthday.  And I know we say it everytime but it is so hard to think of Kelly as a wife and now mother when we remember her as a five year old hanging out of the bedroom window asking if we were going to be her new neighbours.

Talking to Helen and Pete about Droushia is great because they have actually been and stayed there themselves so they know exactly what we are talking about.  Let's hope that they can do it again some day.

For those of you who don't know Helen and Pete were our neighbours for several years at Glenthorne Avenue and Helen and I used to be Saturday girls together in Boots in Yeovil when it used to be where Burger King is now - back in the mid 1970's!!!  Oh we looked sweet in those lovely pink and blue uniforms!!