I should have known the moment I decided to do some washing that the weather would turn and bloody hell did it turn!!! We had awful weather driving rain and rolling mists - the weather warning was absolutely correct this time.
It started to bucket down as I went to the Community Office to drop a card off for Marianna. It was here that I encountered our slightly freaky Village Father Christmas who looks like he is either getting in touch with his feminine side as he is sporting what looks like permanent eye liner and carrying a pink carrier bag full of gifts with a second at his feet. Maybe our village is being very right-on with the first LBGTQ Santa to be on display!!!
In stopping a mili-second to take a photograph I got soaked and blow me blooming Marianna wasn't tin the areas here so I had to leave the card with the lovely lady that does the cleaning whose name escapes me.
As I left to go to Art the heavens opened and I had to abandon my trip to see Dad as the rain was forming rivers in the Cemetery and I didn't want to be walking mud into Sheila's house - as it was I had to run in clutching my work hoping that it would escape unscathed and that I would have clean feet on entry. It did and I did which was good and after a catch up with Sheila and a nice hot cup of coffee and a biccie I was raring to go.
Progress this morning seemed slow as I was working on the inside of the pomegranate and getting shape and shadow so that the seeds look three dimensional is difficult. Sheila has all but finished her picture of the buffalo - she has some soft pastel work to do over the top or at least I think that is what the soft pastels are for - I have only used them a little when adding some smudgy colour to the background of a picture and I shall do something with one as John does not like the plain yellow behind the fruit but it will all look a bit different with the remainder of the fruit etc is completed.
After art it had been my intention to nip to Judi's to see why she was having an issue with emails on her new laptop then to pop in and have a cuppa with Di before returning home and then John and I would go down to Polis to sort Lakis's tyre and get the shopping I need in readiness for Christmas.
This went out of the window at Judi's. I had set up her email on her new laptop but it transpires that her Primetel email isn't playing ball - she can receive emails quite happily but not send them. It took me forever to try and find out what was happening and even then I didn't get completely to the bottom of things and all the time John was waiting for me to return so that he could get the tyre sorted and the car off the jack. In the end I had to admit defeat and eventually decided to take the laptop home with me so that I could spend time at my leisure trying to suss things out. All I can say is bloody bloody bloody Primetel which has to work differently than any other provider when you are setting up an email account with Windows 10. CYTA - no problem, GMAIL - no problem, Primetel - a complete pain in the arse.
We didn't get to Paps for my shopping but we did get to Savvas's tyre place out on the trading estate and it was grey and soggy when we got there. The flat tyre could not be saved so we had to buy a new one and the dodgy spare was exactly that DODGY but John had taken down a practically brand new tyre that he had but which didn't fit either of our cars nor Lakis's car and in return for that and the dodgy Savvas gave John a free tyre which would be suitable as a spare.
We returned home and rang Lakis and Argy to tell them what we had done. It was great to speak to them but Argy was concerned because she had apparently sent us a parcel and as of that moment it had not arrived. She and we need not have worried because Di and Rob pitched up in the rain clutching our post which included said parcel which we think may be a Christmas Present so we are leaving it unopened until Christmas.
Just so you can see how foul the weather was yesterday someone put this photograph on the internet - let's hope that the rain is now beginning to fill those reservoirs that were so sadly lacking at the end of the Summer. John hates the rain but I no longer have that feeling of dread that I used to have because we have done just about everything we can to make our house as waterproof as possible. It does make us wonder what state the walls in 3a and 3b are in since they decided to chop off the wood which provided the overhang for the roof tiles so that the tiles finish flush with the upright walls.
The Syrian man from 3a came and introduced himself to John and I today - he seems quite nice and his English was certainly better than our Syrian. He is a stonemason which comes as no surprise as all the Syrians that end up in the village seem to work with stone. Anyway as neighbours we don't really have any complaints - they keep themselves to themselves but will acknowledge you if they see you even the female members of the family which means that they are more relaxed about meeting different cultures. Whilst John was speaking to him and I had gone to Art more people came to have a look at the property for sale by the Bank - John thinks it was a Cypriot family so maybe there will be some more new people on the estate in the New Year - who knows.

In stopping a mili-second to take a photograph I got soaked and blow me blooming Marianna wasn't tin the areas here so I had to leave the card with the lovely lady that does the cleaning whose name escapes me.
As I left to go to Art the heavens opened and I had to abandon my trip to see Dad as the rain was forming rivers in the Cemetery and I didn't want to be walking mud into Sheila's house - as it was I had to run in clutching my work hoping that it would escape unscathed and that I would have clean feet on entry. It did and I did which was good and after a catch up with Sheila and a nice hot cup of coffee and a biccie I was raring to go.
Progress this morning seemed slow as I was working on the inside of the pomegranate and getting shape and shadow so that the seeds look three dimensional is difficult. Sheila has all but finished her picture of the buffalo - she has some soft pastel work to do over the top or at least I think that is what the soft pastels are for - I have only used them a little when adding some smudgy colour to the background of a picture and I shall do something with one as John does not like the plain yellow behind the fruit but it will all look a bit different with the remainder of the fruit etc is completed.

This went out of the window at Judi's. I had set up her email on her new laptop but it transpires that her Primetel email isn't playing ball - she can receive emails quite happily but not send them. It took me forever to try and find out what was happening and even then I didn't get completely to the bottom of things and all the time John was waiting for me to return so that he could get the tyre sorted and the car off the jack. In the end I had to admit defeat and eventually decided to take the laptop home with me so that I could spend time at my leisure trying to suss things out. All I can say is bloody bloody bloody Primetel which has to work differently than any other provider when you are setting up an email account with Windows 10. CYTA - no problem, GMAIL - no problem, Primetel - a complete pain in the arse.
We didn't get to Paps for my shopping but we did get to Savvas's tyre place out on the trading estate and it was grey and soggy when we got there. The flat tyre could not be saved so we had to buy a new one and the dodgy spare was exactly that DODGY but John had taken down a practically brand new tyre that he had but which didn't fit either of our cars nor Lakis's car and in return for that and the dodgy Savvas gave John a free tyre which would be suitable as a spare.
We returned home and rang Lakis and Argy to tell them what we had done. It was great to speak to them but Argy was concerned because she had apparently sent us a parcel and as of that moment it had not arrived. She and we need not have worried because Di and Rob pitched up in the rain clutching our post which included said parcel which we think may be a Christmas Present so we are leaving it unopened until Christmas.
Just so you can see how foul the weather was yesterday someone put this photograph on the internet - let's hope that the rain is now beginning to fill those reservoirs that were so sadly lacking at the end of the Summer. John hates the rain but I no longer have that feeling of dread that I used to have because we have done just about everything we can to make our house as waterproof as possible. It does make us wonder what state the walls in 3a and 3b are in since they decided to chop off the wood which provided the overhang for the roof tiles so that the tiles finish flush with the upright walls.
The Syrian man from 3a came and introduced himself to John and I today - he seems quite nice and his English was certainly better than our Syrian. He is a stonemason which comes as no surprise as all the Syrians that end up in the village seem to work with stone. Anyway as neighbours we don't really have any complaints - they keep themselves to themselves but will acknowledge you if they see you even the female members of the family which means that they are more relaxed about meeting different cultures. Whilst John was speaking to him and I had gone to Art more people came to have a look at the property for sale by the Bank - John thinks it was a Cypriot family so maybe there will be some more new people on the estate in the New Year - who knows.