Today we had possibly the worst weather we have experienced since we moved here. The continuous storms are taking their toll and today our friends Norma and Malcolm, who rent the white house opposite the entrance to the campsite in Polis, were surrounded by flood water and temporarily cut off by them and then had water coming into the ground floor of their house. We have managed to escape so far with some peeling paint on the outside wall that takes the brunt of the prevailing weather and some broken garden ornaments which can be replaced in Jumbos. Our garden furniture is quite elderly anyway so if it disintegrates it is probably due for renewal.
Although we had planned to go and do some shopping we didn't bother and so there was nothing for it but to occupy my time making some Christmas cards. I want to reduce the amount of craft stuff I have anyway so this seemed as good a thing to do with it as anything else. I also sorted out a few bits and pieces which I will offer to Gillian as I know she will be able to put them to some good use because each year she adopts a specific charity and then holds fund raisers throughout the year.
It is impossible to capture the severity of the weather not least because we try to do so from the safety of the house. The cats have been sitting staring at the catflap with their legs crossed only venturing out when they could manage that no longer. We have to stand awaiting their return with towels in hand. Boris doesn't mind a rub down - the others are not so keen!
We had been invited out this evening as a 'thank you' from David and Edda for helping them when they had their nasty car accident but with the weather as it was we were uncertain as to whether or not the event would even take place as Fitos's reopening after the Christmas break was delayed because they had leak. I got assurances from Edda that everything was in place so we knew that we would have to brace ourselves for a mad dash out to the car which we had decided we would leave at Fitos and get a taxi home and John had got Fenoula from the Hotel to organise it for us so that there was no confusion.
We kept thinking that the weather was improving and that there was a lull and then it would come back with a vengeance. Mum text to say that it was equally as bad down in Emba and that she had water coming in to the sunroom where it had never done so before. I am so grateful she has central heating and can keep warm and can afford to do so - it is one less thing for us to worry about.
In amongst my craft bits I found some modelling clay which you bake to dry out having modeled something. I had recently seen a video for making icing decorations with soft icing so decided to have a go and made myself a bunny! I shall paint it at some point but currently it is sitting on the top of the wood burner to dry and harden. I might make a few different ones and give them to Gillian to sell.
We braved the elements to go out to Fitos to meet up with Edda and David and their son Julian and about 10 others who had been invited for this thank-you meal. It was actually Julian's birthday today and it had been Edda's last week. We had a lovely evening - in the end we were about 16 all enjoying a lovely meze. Sadly it would appear that the attempts made at sorting the leak had failed as there was a corner by the window where the water was coming in although we were well clear of that thank goodness and Fitos had plenty of gas patio heaters indoors keeping us warm although causing a fair bit of condensation!
As we sat enjoying our food we were all aware of poor little Eva (the resident black and white cat) huddled up against the door crying and I was amazed when the youngest son went up to the door opened it and gave her a cuddle. She did not attempt to come in and her good manners were rewarded by a big bowl of food brought out from the kitchen for her to eat. It was really lovely seeing her being cared for rather than being shooed away.
One of the people dining with us tonight looked familiar and when we spoke to him he said he came from Pissouri so we thought that maybe we may have seen him when we had been out with Wendy and Bill but it transpired that he was a trombonist in David's band so that is why his face rang a bell and having spoken to him it turns out he once bought a trombone from our lovely friend Hilary and had played with Keith and Hilary in the Big Band. It's a small world!
Our journey home was courtesy of the local Droushia Taxi man Tassos. I take my hat off to him - we had booked him for 10.00pm but he rang me at 9.30 to tell me that the flight he was meeting at 7.30pm had been delayed for two hours and so he was unlikely to be able to get to us until about 10.15-10.30pm - I told him not to worry as we were warm and cosy and enjoying ourselves. Bless him he swung by Fitos with his fare still in the taxi to see if we wanted to go to Droushia with her - we told him not to worry but come back for us when he was free. His reward was a fat old tip but he deserved it.
Although we had planned to go and do some shopping we didn't bother and so there was nothing for it but to occupy my time making some Christmas cards. I want to reduce the amount of craft stuff I have anyway so this seemed as good a thing to do with it as anything else. I also sorted out a few bits and pieces which I will offer to Gillian as I know she will be able to put them to some good use because each year she adopts a specific charity and then holds fund raisers throughout the year.
It is impossible to capture the severity of the weather not least because we try to do so from the safety of the house. The cats have been sitting staring at the catflap with their legs crossed only venturing out when they could manage that no longer. We have to stand awaiting their return with towels in hand. Boris doesn't mind a rub down - the others are not so keen!We had been invited out this evening as a 'thank you' from David and Edda for helping them when they had their nasty car accident but with the weather as it was we were uncertain as to whether or not the event would even take place as Fitos's reopening after the Christmas break was delayed because they had leak. I got assurances from Edda that everything was in place so we knew that we would have to brace ourselves for a mad dash out to the car which we had decided we would leave at Fitos and get a taxi home and John had got Fenoula from the Hotel to organise it for us so that there was no confusion.
We kept thinking that the weather was improving and that there was a lull and then it would come back with a vengeance. Mum text to say that it was equally as bad down in Emba and that she had water coming in to the sunroom where it had never done so before. I am so grateful she has central heating and can keep warm and can afford to do so - it is one less thing for us to worry about.
In amongst my craft bits I found some modelling clay which you bake to dry out having modeled something. I had recently seen a video for making icing decorations with soft icing so decided to have a go and made myself a bunny! I shall paint it at some point but currently it is sitting on the top of the wood burner to dry and harden. I might make a few different ones and give them to Gillian to sell.
We braved the elements to go out to Fitos to meet up with Edda and David and their son Julian and about 10 others who had been invited for this thank-you meal. It was actually Julian's birthday today and it had been Edda's last week. We had a lovely evening - in the end we were about 16 all enjoying a lovely meze. Sadly it would appear that the attempts made at sorting the leak had failed as there was a corner by the window where the water was coming in although we were well clear of that thank goodness and Fitos had plenty of gas patio heaters indoors keeping us warm although causing a fair bit of condensation!
As we sat enjoying our food we were all aware of poor little Eva (the resident black and white cat) huddled up against the door crying and I was amazed when the youngest son went up to the door opened it and gave her a cuddle. She did not attempt to come in and her good manners were rewarded by a big bowl of food brought out from the kitchen for her to eat. It was really lovely seeing her being cared for rather than being shooed away.
One of the people dining with us tonight looked familiar and when we spoke to him he said he came from Pissouri so we thought that maybe we may have seen him when we had been out with Wendy and Bill but it transpired that he was a trombonist in David's band so that is why his face rang a bell and having spoken to him it turns out he once bought a trombone from our lovely friend Hilary and had played with Keith and Hilary in the Big Band. It's a small world!
Our journey home was courtesy of the local Droushia Taxi man Tassos. I take my hat off to him - we had booked him for 10.00pm but he rang me at 9.30 to tell me that the flight he was meeting at 7.30pm had been delayed for two hours and so he was unlikely to be able to get to us until about 10.15-10.30pm - I told him not to worry as we were warm and cosy and enjoying ourselves. Bless him he swung by Fitos with his fare still in the taxi to see if we wanted to go to Droushia with her - we told him not to worry but come back for us when he was free. His reward was a fat old tip but he deserved it.
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