Brought to a Standstill

Snow brought Piraeus to a standstill - not that we actually got any.

We could see it on the hills and on the top of Aegina (the island in front of us), but here on the Costa del Tigger we were bathed in sunshine.  (It would be a misdirection if I didn't confess that some white stuff fell out of the sky during the night, but it didn't stay.)

F went to work.  No one else did.  Piraeus streets were 'as silent as the grave'.  Cafes closed.  Businesses shut up.  Cars parked.  Footpaths empty of pedestrians.

F's office building was all locked up (but she has a key).  She was the only one there.

It was 1330 before she found out that the Greek government had declared a public holiday on account of the snow - and she found out from someone in England.

Snow, it seems, achieved what the Greek government with all its concerns about COVID could not - TOTAL LOCKDOWN.

They declared another public holiday on the Wednesday as well.  F went to work that day too.  Public Holiday just seems to be another term for 'work from home' - and she doesn't because work is just a short walk away.

Home is home.  The place you expect to get away from work and work's demands and pressures.

I often get to keep F company at work when she is the only one there, but Mr B is at home and he needs company too - and there is only one of me.

I'm Tigger and I'm the only one.