Whatever bug it is that I have, it is taking its time to go away.  The plan was a visit to the new museum in our Municipal Building this morning now that they have restarted the free guided tours followed by a trip down the hill to the more traditional museum that Phillipos has built but I didn't really feel up to it so I opted to stay at home and get the lunch ready for the visitors.

So Girly-Whirly and I had a quiet morning - I think Charlie was off visiting Aunty P who is here for the weekend and Boris was somewhere asleep in one of the drawers under the bed.  The days are most definitely autumnal - longer shadows, cooler temperatures and damper mornings but there is still colour in the garden although things are in need of a massive haircut we want to limp it on a little longer as John has an old schoolfriend visiting Monday and once we have done it that will mean that Winter is most definitely just around the corner.

The travelers returned having had a very interesting and worthwhile trip to the two museums - they said it was most definitely worth going and they got to see the loom that I used when I made my rugs a few years ago - I used the one on the left of this picture which was today being 'wo'manned by a tiny octogenarian local lady who was giving it a right old work-out banging her work into shape with a force much greater than you would have thought possible looking at her stature.  I seem to remember our teacher telling us that weaving was excellent for bingo wings!

Our lovely friend Phillipos was there in his traditional dress doing demonstrations of gourd carving and apparently he tried, in vain, to direct John to the church in the cave somewhere at the back of the new Petrol Station along Gravity Road.  John and I have tried to find it in the past and failed and John took JJ&S there again today and still failed.

Everyone returned here for a picky lunch with local halloumi from the factory in the village, lounza, leftover sheftalia and souvlaki from our meze earlier in the week, salad, dips and pittas.   We decided we would do the same next week which will, unbelievably, be their final day.

The remainder of the day was a quiet one for us save for John shouting at the abject performance of the Mighty Blades in torrential rain at Bournemouth.  They were robbed apparently.