A Weekend "at Home" (well I was)

F set off with my Donkey on Saturday and came back later with evidence she had been at the laiki. I overheard her telling Mr B that my fans had been asking after me.  I think I must have missed out on something.

After eating olive bread and grapes and drinking coffee (is that a breakfast?) they tootled off again totting a couple of the kites F made last Spring and which still need sticks in them to make them work. I think they found some suitable material for one and I supervised a bit of 'making it fit' before deciding I prefer lying in the sun on the balcony.  From there I watched F take the big loppers out and spend an hour cutting back some of the overgrown oleander in the garden out the front. She is trying to be subtle about it so that no one complains the garden has been scalped. It will get shorter and more compact a bit at a time.

Mr B had been trying out his moussaka making skills and Aunty Paynagiota came over at lunch time to share in the results.

No one grabbed at their throats or choked and died. In fact they all seemed very cheerful and toasted everyone's health in some bright orange kumquat liquer we brought back from Corfu. I haven't blogged about kumquats in Corfu, but take my word for it, they seem to be very popular members of the citrus family on that island.

F went out again - what a lot of going out! This one involved doing some sort of test first, and assuring everyone that it wasn't negative.  She explained to Mr B that it's an annual (ish) event (organized by a friend) to which a group of women friends take clothes they have culled from their own wardrobes and swap stuff with other people there.  Aunty P was invited but is nervous about mingling in social groups so she went off to take a very sensible nap. That suggestion made me decide that the rest of my day would be most profitably spent 'inspecting' the loft space. 

Remarkably, I was allowed to do it.

F brought home a sparkly black dress for Aunty Panagiota - for her fire dancing act - and 4 pairs of jeans for herself. Trust F to be boring. Most of her friends go for pretty dresses and girly shoes, and F stacks up 4 pairs of jeans to wear working in the garden! The only problem with their event is people bring more than they take away. The leftovers get sorted, jeans and t-shirts, pullovers and warm coats get bundled off to refugee charities, and the glam stuff is put into storage to be added to next year's event.

Today turned into some sort of cleaning up day - balconies, my litter trays, the van, the cat feeding station downstairs, trash off the street, (cat skat off the back wall....yuck).  A lady even turned up and started taking away the oleander F pruned yesterday - apparently to put her Christmas decorations on so F took the secateurs out and helped her cut the bits she wanted out of the trash pile.

We had roast pork and steamed pudding WITH CREAM for our dinner.   I'm happy.