I'm in Disgrace.

During the night last night I did a bad thing and today I'm in disgrace.

I made a hole in a chair (I've never done that before) and it has cast something of a black mood over the whole day.

F told the landlord first thing this morning and offered to make reparation. The landlord has been very kind about it but that hasn't dug me out of the hole I dug myself into.  The excitement seems to have gone out of the holiday today.

We only have today left here and then we head back to 'the big smoke'. F went for a walk to get over being angry with me. Mr B took us for a little drive in the countryside south of Corfu town. It took some complicated navigating to extract ourselves from the main town and I could tell there was tension. I climbed from F's knees down into her footwell and hugged her feet.

In the undirected meanderings of our tour, near a small village,  we passed a sign for a ceramics studio. F loves handmade ceramics bought directly from the hand of the artisan who made them and we really haven't seen any other ceramics workshop signs in our travels.  

She chose another bowl for our collection and chatted to the ceramicist.  F doesn't adhere to 'shopping' as a 'therapy' but the serendipitous chancing on that studio might have cheered her up a bit all the same. 

The poor bowl will, however, be forever branded with the tale of me destroying a chair.

As it happens the landlord had generously offered us an upgrade apartment yesterday.  F and Mr B had turned that down.  Sure it would have been nice to have a bigger and lighter apartment and our own balcony, but they didn't want to pack or make me move again when they had promised 4 nights in one place. Anyway we also have the use of the roof here so we had gone onto the roof last evening (while the chicken was  cooking on the oven in our apartment) and they ate grapes and cheese and olives while I test drove a deck chair.

I got roasted chicken for my dinner and then I messed everything up by tearing the chair. Who knows what made me do it! It was only a couple of days ago that I overheard F and Mr B discussing what happens when reason appears to shut down in the brain of teenage male humans - particularly when they are in groups. 

I'm  thirteen. I might have been having one of my funny five minutes, except that no one found this one funny.

I'll tell you about yesterday's tour of a castle (prior to my BAD) in a later post. F says she is going to cut my toenails now.  She should have done it yesterday.....