Excitement in Droushia

We woke this morning having had the most wonderful evening at the Droushia Heights - it felt like we had been away for months and we were both all the better for it.  After a leisurely breakfast we packed our things and returned home.

As we were getting out of the car a helicopter passed overhead - helicopters always remind me of my Dad - he spent all his working life at Westland in Yeovil and I used to think that every helicopter I saw was built by my Dad.  As a child I hated the sound of aircraft and Dad used to take me to the perimeter of the airfield at RNAS Yeovilton to try and get me used to the noise.

There was supposed to be some filming taking place down at Ditzimin Museum and we had been invited by Phillipos to join him and see what was going on so we headed off down there.  There was great excitement on the main road as an overly laden lorry had shed some of its load of grit.

It took some time for it to be cleared and a lot of head scratching along with the involvement of the local police and the local digger man who seemed less than thrilled at being called out to clear someone else's mess.

We were surprised that there wasn't a bigger accident as the two men either side of the spillage who directed the traffic didn't alway seem to be in sync.

We watched proceedings from a vantage point at the museum and eventually the road was deemed clear enough for cars to pass safely - the digger man's mood didn't seem to improve - we think he was either not paid or not paid enough for his troubles.

When we arrived Phillipos was joined by his mother and his cousin and between them they were cooking up some sort of pancake thing on a 200 year old hot stone which they were to serve with carob syrup.  There was no sign of the film crew at the designated time so John nipped off down to Polis to get some bolt croppers to help Lakis out as they had a water leak thanks to their digger man who is digging up their patio in readiness for it to be renewed.  By the time John returned from Polis there was still not sign of the film crew and I had eaten my pancakey thing which was ok but I am not overly keen on carob syrup.

Through all the chaos of the road incident which was happening outside Phillipos stoically continued to make his pancakes and waited for the crew to arrive as did we.

An hour later there was still no sign of them so he admitted defeat and told us that we were free to go if we wanted to and as I had an appointment with the dentist and two fillings we said goodbye and made our way home so that I could give my teeth a good clean and then go down to the dentist where, hopefully, we would not have a repeat performance of the multiple injections and no numbing as he had decided that I didn't need the diazepam this time - I bloody well hoped that he was right because I didn't think I could cope with that again in a hurry.

I got to the dentists early - I left John killing time in a local bar where he discovered Wadsworth 6X being sold for €2.30 a pint which was such a bargain he is planning to go back again with his drinking buddy Rob to sample more than just the one he had today.  My dentist was pleased to see me arrive early as he decided to give me my TWO injections (one top, one bottom) early so I had 20 minutes for them to take effect.  Fortunately they worked and I was fully numb by the time he started drilling.  The work actually didn't take too long and he declared that I had nothing more needing to be done save a regular check up - whoop whoop thank god for that.  Still I must be less stressed as the injections worked - I reckon it must have been our night at the hotel.  I shall have to make sure we do that again if I am ever to have another filling.