Saturday.

Not goin' anywhere.  Not doin' anything in particular.  Nothin' is particularly different, but it seems to have turned out to be a better day than most we have had around here in recent months.

Why?

Who knows?  What goes ping inside humans?  Maybe it's that the temperature is below 30 degrees C, and F is wearing t-shirt and shorts again. She likes clothes with pockets.

I checked my internal wrist watch when the neighbours started garrumping about the back yard at 0430, gave it a few minutes and patted F awake.  I got a back scratch.  A bit later I went out to use the litter tray and on returning shouted at her.  I got an ear scritch.  She keeps falling asleep.

In the end after I patted her awake a few more times she got up and made my breakfast and went back to bed.

By the time she got up I figured it was unlikely that we were going to the office today.  She read blogs for a while and then went for a very long swim - up and down, and up and down, and ....

It was only when she got back that she noticed that the boat she had seen while swimming had been laying a race mark (red thing)

Looks like we are going to have a front row seat on a yacht race.

F said she felt like treating herself to a croissant.  She has contemplated Sophie's blog and Angus's assessments of various croissants for over a year, and feels the need for a pastry. So she set off to the laiki and the bakery that she favours in the same street.

Euro 20 spent on human food looks like this:

(and a paper bag with 6 very mini croissants in it).  She gave the last 50 lepta (cents) to the bazouki player.  It should have been more....some people invest years developing their talent in arts and music and we wonder if they ever recoup a proper return on that investment.

Yacht racing looks a bit like this (prepare yourself for lots of photos):

First lap.

It looked like the race was twice round the course.  On the second lap they were really strung out, and this guy was ahead by miles...

That's the Coastguard going really fast in the background.

Tall and skinny

And that's the Coastguard coming back for a 'rendevous' with the little boat on the left.....

And this is the mark leaving again about 1600. The last boat was over 3 hours behind the first one....

And just for fun - because we could.....

There's a PS to this post. If you look closely at the food, on top of the grapes is a bunch of pink ones. F always buys grapes off the same brother/sister vendors. She likes the green ones. They always add a bunch of pink ones which Pavl  calls 'fraoula'. (F thought fraoula meant strawberry.) Anyway, today they told her they were off 100 year old vines.

And did you see the pigeon with an even more front row seat than I have?