Getting our own back!!!

First of all I cannot tell you how much I hate this new Blog interface.  It used to take long enough to sort out my daily blog with the old system and I was used to that (after nearly 10 years) but this reincarnation is shite to put it mildly.  I lost everything at one point yesterday and then it didn't bloody well post my post.

Enough of that, today we started the day healthily with a smoothie because I had some fruit and yoghurt that needed eating up.  It's a nice way to start the day and infinitely preferable to the green juice that Argy gives Lakis!!!

On that subject both John and I agreed that whilst we had really, really enjoyed our meal last night, we were uncomfortable about how much it had cost.  We didn't want to seem ungrateful but we are still wondering how one fish could cost so much - I know it was a special Dusky Grouper but at that price I would have liked it to have been gold plated!!!  

It had been so very generous that we were just shell-shocked so after a bit of a discussion we decided we had to do something about it and decided there was really only one course of action...

We knew that our lovely neighbours would not accept any money towards the meal so we headed off to the winery to go and buy a box of white wine to leave with them and we were not going to accept NO for an answer.

I haven't been down to the winery for a while so it was all smiles and fist pumping from Maria when she saw me.  Mr Vasilikon took our box of 12 bottles plus the obligatory 13th free one and placed them in our boot himself - no airs and graces there!!!

We then returned home and took the gift over explaining why we had felt the need to do it.  There was quite a lot of arguing about the situation until we all agreed that as we would be helping to drink said box of wine it wasn't such a big thing after all and it made us feel so much better about the whole experience.  

It was another lovely day - I can't believe it was a week ago that we shot off early in the morning to go to Lara - the days just seem to fly by at the moment.

Marky-Mark is feeling better and he and Nicky were obviously not working today so they were doing some work on 9b.  Nicky was having a SAMCO (Naval briefing) on the use of a pressure washer as she was cleaning the exterior walls before putting on a coat of paint.  Mark is so like John in this respect and I fear Nicky is like me, just wants to get on with it in her own way and pays lip-service to the briefing!!!

I have to say that Nicky made a great job with the walls - not finished I know but what a difference a coat of paint makes to the look of the property.  They have chosen the same 'clotted cream' colour as was used by Lakis and Argy and just one coat gives a decent covering.  They are having the natural stone sealed and repointed next week as they have seen what Bassam has done across the road at 10a.  Before you know it this little house is going to look unrecognisable.

John and I went into the village this evening, stopping at the cemetery first and then going to check the post before John went up the hill to seek out Les and to take him for a drink and a sandwich as we are worried about how he is coping on his own without Clare.  You can see that the PO Boxes for Droushia must be pretty unpopular as they are about to be obscured by some sort of gourd which Marina is growing in a pot nearby.

As I walked back to the car I smiled to see how someone had decided to support the overgrowing branch from a fruit tree - looking at the state of the seat of the old village chair the bricks in underneath would be coming into play sooner rather than later.  I also saw that the for sale sign at Droushia House had been removed so guess someone got themselves a bargain - a 5 bed place reduced to €150K even with work needing doing to it was going to be a steal for someone - I had mentioned it to Andrea and John (a builder) from 4A as I thought it would be a project right up their street.

Whilst John was out I had a hot date with the Iron.  I haven't really been paying it too much attention as it has been too blooming hot but this evening with all the doors and windows open it wasn't too bad.  Apparently we are to get the tail end of the awful storm which has been ravaging the Greek Islands so we are expecting a few days when it is cooler and more unsettled.

I am surprised John has been able to find any T-Shirts to wear when I investigated my ironing pile!!!  I managed to do everything save for his short sleeved shirts proper and by the time I got to them I was no longer feeling cool or calm or collected and the Man Utd v Palace game was looking more inviting.

It was a wise choice as it was an exciting game and, sorry Lakis, Man U didn't play well even though the penalty decision and then retake were questionable decisions.

John returned home having made sure Les navigated his way safely through the road works.  Clare's return from Hong Kong wont come quick enough for poor Les but we are doing our best to ensure he eats and gets some company.