Parcels arrive...

We ventured down to the village this morning to check on Dad's grave and to check the post.  Dad's grave was fine - the flowers there are still in bloom and not ready to be changed just yet so I will nurse the miniature Chrysanthemums Mum bought and hope they survive.  I think I may have to repot them as they are in teeny tiny pots - I will just need to get some compost first.  I was glad to see that the rose we had given Isabel for David's funeral, and which she has placed on his grave, is actually surviving even though it went rather crispy recently - we do give it a good soaking whenever we go up.

John parked at the end of the road leading up to the cemetery.  It would appear that, even though the deadline for completing the village roads is fast approaching, the workmen are on holiday - the Bobcat was parked up and we couldn't hear any work going on unless there was some cobbling happening out of earshot but I would reckon not.  We picked up post for Di and Rob and Les and a couple of things for ourselves and swung by Di and Rob's to drop theirs off before going across to Kathikas where we had decided to have a spot of lunch and organise what we are going to eat on Saturday when Mum comes (as a change from Sunday).

John had the chicken kebab and I had the baby calamari - both were served with a simple green salad garnish and some lovely circular chips which we are sure will meet with Mum's approval - Savvas has kindly agreed to do Cod for mum which I had thought was on the menu but is, in fact, normally a Friday night special.  I have to say I am not normally a lover of chicken kebab because I can find chicken a bit dry and boring but what John had was succulent and I am thinking that may be my choice on Saturday.  The baby calamari was very nice but if I had to chose a favourite I think the Souli just edges it, the view is fabulous and their calamari is served with next to no batter but really there wasn't much in it.

We returned via Les's - the road to his house is tidier but still a mess so we parked at the end and walked up with his post.  He was ok - investigating a leak in his irrigation but we pointed out that he could get proper joins and different ends to control the water flow if he nipped to the 'Farmers Market' opposite the Woodyard in Polis.  He has asked John to go and pick him up from Andreas's garage first thing in the morning as he has a problem with his car and he didn't want to sit around whilst they investigated what it was.  That will mean an early start for John!!

We had two packages in the post.  One was the box of hand made face masks which John's sister Janice had made and posted out to us ages ago.  We were beginning to give up hope of ever seeing them but they have at least arrived now safe and sound and, as I said to John's Mum, I now have more face masks than I have knickers!!!  Well not quite but I should be able to accessorise mask-wise if I am going out and, as it appears the requirement to wear masks is going to be with us for some time to come, better to wear one and look stylish!

The second package was a memorial heart I had engraved for Chivers.  I cannot tell you how much I still miss our boy as it has become apparent what a unique personality he had and that fact that he was really no bother meant that sometimes he was a bit overlooked unlike the other three.  We have yet to receive the picture that Mark has done for us but I don't expect that to arrive for some time as parcel post is very sporadic to say the least.

For the last week or so the village has been experiencing some issues with water supply for one reason or another.  This is not unusual during peak holiday season as the demand increases and up until now we had managed to escape unscathed.  The same could not be said for poor Stephen and Tracy who are due to open the Gravity Road Diner this weekend after an enforced long delay due t Stephen being stuck in the UK.  They have been without water for two days!  John thought we should go down and investigate to make sure there was nothing obvious and just before we did we noticed our water pressure was drastically reduced.  Sadly we couldn't help out at the Diner and by the time we returned home (but not before I had taken a photograph of the magnificent old Olive Tree which sits at the entrance to the Diner carpark) we realised that we too were without water - a situation that was to last all night.