Saturday

A lovely lie-in after a wonderful night - a really wonderful night - shall keep my eyes open if they come back again because that is the one 'tribute' band I really wouldn't want to miss and particularly if they are at Ampelones again because I though that it was a great venue - it felt as if you were being entertained in your own back garden.  The drinks weren't overly priced but apparently the wine was 'gipping' (awful) according to John!  I stuck to shandy thank goodness!  We also met a nice couple from Peyia who asked to join our table and they sent a text this morning thanking us for our company - I expect they were a bit bemused by the Hicks from the Sticks but then we don't get out much!

It is exceptionally hot this weekend so it is an effort to do too much but we had a few things we wanted to sort out before going off to Polis to get the provisions for Sunday Lunch tomorrow when Mum is coming up and we are having a barbeque.

It's a strange thing isn't it that when you are younger you don't really understand the concept of sentiment so I would see relatives with ornaments and things which had been repaired and I would think to myself - why don't you just go out and buy a new one?

Now however I realise that, that really isn't the point and sometimes an original but broken is better than a new replacement.  This leads me to think of my Dad who was throughout his life a fixer and an avid user of Araldite and we had no end of things which had been repaired but which had that tell-tale nicotine coloured join created by the two part mix along with bits of cardboard where the two part mix had originate and was now setting rock hard!

You name it if he thought Araldite would stick it then Araldite would do the job - I bet if I search Mum's cupboards there is still evidence of his handiwork.

I don't know then if it is because John is born on the same day or whether he took his lead from my father but John is also a fixer although I don't think I have seen Araldite in his shed - mind you Super Glue wasn't around when Dad was younger and he probably chose to stick with what he knew and trusted.

The reason for this reminiscing is that a gust of wind whipped up the thrice repaired brolly outside the backdoor and sent my lovely resin dragonfly, which was a gift from our stalkers Wendy and Bill, crashing to the ground and it shattered into several pieces.  I tried to fix it with Super Glue but the chemical reaction which normally bonds two pieces together just wasn't happening and so sadly I was consigning the dragonfly to the bin feeling very disappointed.  John knows that at the moment things like this have a greater impact on me than they normally would so before I knew it he had rescued the pieces from the bin and set about putting it all back together for me.  It isn't perfect but it is perfect enough and will survive a little longer and there is no tell-tale nicotine coloured sticky bit!  Bless you hun xxxx

Our trip to Polis was too hot and Paps was heaving with bloody tourists who abandon their trolleys and forget to have their veg weighed and haven't heard that they need to pay for their carrier bags now and do not control their kids - apart from that it was fine!

Our reward for braving the temperatures and humidity of the coast was to stop at the bakery and treating ourselves to a Chino but not the caramelised coffee one - no no no this time we tickled our tastebuds with the sharpest of sharp slushy lemon sorbet one which hit the spot - it was almost too sharp - it certainly made your eyes water!

Once home and unpacked I set about preparing the chicken we had bought which was to feed us tonight along with a village salad, dips and village bread and would feed us again tomorrow as part of the barbeque.  John had picked up a pack of chicken breasts which came under the XXXL sized classification - they were bloody huge.

We decided that we would have a late night swim with the light on in the pool before going to bed in an attempt to cool down and sleep - at night the pool feels like a bath and we have fun getting in then standing on the edge getting cooled down by the evening breeze and then jumping back in and reveling in the warmth of the water.  The cats think we are nutters and they are right.

It's the simple things in life isn't it?