I know I have kept going on about the heat saying that I don't think I have ever known such a continuous period of elevated temperatures and that is because I was right - the papers today say that Cyprus has 'enjoyed' its hottest July in 37 years and as we haven't been coming for quite that long then we would never have known it that hot before - I am vindicated!!!
When Mum came up yesterday we were having a look at a book of social history for the area which we came from in the UK - it threw up a load of questions - one in particular was about the large shop which sat on the crossroads of the village called Grants - the corner was referred to as Grant's Corner and the shop burned down. I remember staring at the shell of the building when I was waiting for the school bus but I also remember going into that shop, or at least I thought I had but the history book says it burned down in 1960 and that was the year I was born - either I was into retail therapy from an early age, or the shop met its demise later than 1960 or my memory is flawed (I am guessing the latter). Anyway this conundrum got me doing some research on the tintyweb and in so doing I did not find out anything about the shop but I did find a recent picture of what used to be our family home, 2 Cottons Lane looking very smart, before I moved out my bedroom was the one behind the window in the top right of the picture.
So not much to report on today as I did not set foot outside the house until the cool of the evening when John and I walked down the village to return the books and jigsaws Melanie had loaned Mum during lockdown and which Mum had brought back yesterday. It was a glorious evening with the sun setting and casting an orange glow over everything. When we originally set off we had to return and pop Boris back into the house so that he did not follow us. We hadn't got far when Charlie appeared so we had do exactly the same again because he will come all the way to the edge near the Peyiotis's house and sit and wait for us.
We don't think the Rogers have been to stay in Droushia for a year for one reason or another but Covid-19 and the fact that the Avanti is unlikely to open this year means that they have a little more time on their hands. The girls are charming and Jasmine much more outgoing than she used to be - both are book worms so entertained themselves with their Kindles (reading Mallory Towers - one of my favourites as a young girl) before taking themselves off to bed.
We stayed a while to help drink up some beers from the fridge and to have some adult time with Melanie and Simon before making our way home to be met by the three cats who looked singularly unimpressed by our absence.
When Mum came up yesterday we were having a look at a book of social history for the area which we came from in the UK - it threw up a load of questions - one in particular was about the large shop which sat on the crossroads of the village called Grants - the corner was referred to as Grant's Corner and the shop burned down. I remember staring at the shell of the building when I was waiting for the school bus but I also remember going into that shop, or at least I thought I had but the history book says it burned down in 1960 and that was the year I was born - either I was into retail therapy from an early age, or the shop met its demise later than 1960 or my memory is flawed (I am guessing the latter). Anyway this conundrum got me doing some research on the tintyweb and in so doing I did not find out anything about the shop but I did find a recent picture of what used to be our family home, 2 Cottons Lane looking very smart, before I moved out my bedroom was the one behind the window in the top right of the picture.
So not much to report on today as I did not set foot outside the house until the cool of the evening when John and I walked down the village to return the books and jigsaws Melanie had loaned Mum during lockdown and which Mum had brought back yesterday. It was a glorious evening with the sun setting and casting an orange glow over everything. When we originally set off we had to return and pop Boris back into the house so that he did not follow us. We hadn't got far when Charlie appeared so we had do exactly the same again because he will come all the way to the edge near the Peyiotis's house and sit and wait for us.
We don't think the Rogers have been to stay in Droushia for a year for one reason or another but Covid-19 and the fact that the Avanti is unlikely to open this year means that they have a little more time on their hands. The girls are charming and Jasmine much more outgoing than she used to be - both are book worms so entertained themselves with their Kindles (reading Mallory Towers - one of my favourites as a young girl) before taking themselves off to bed.
We stayed a while to help drink up some beers from the fridge and to have some adult time with Melanie and Simon before making our way home to be met by the three cats who looked singularly unimpressed by our absence.
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