Beer and ice cream

May Day weekend didn't go according to plan. F didn't do any cycling after she found a slice in one of her tyres. Repairs were called for. It rained all day on Monday and F discovered our basement was flooded again.

Rain water? You would think so but it flooded several times last Summer when it hadn't rained for weeks. It appears to be connected with carwashing activities in the parking bays on our ground floor

AND someone had disconnected the basement bilge pump again.

I have permitted F a small rant here but she is under strict instructions to keep it under two lines.

What is wrong with people? If the bleedin' sump pump isn't working properly fix it or find someone who can.  Don't just disconnect the effing thing and walk away. Today the flood had the distinct odour and colour of overflowed sewer.

Putting my foot down...

Language Timothy!  Enough - I dont want to read any more of that. I suspect she cheated to get it into 2 lines. She called it 'creative with the rules'.

It seems the Piraeus waste and rain water drainage systems are not entirely isolated from each other.  We won't be inviting anyone round for a while; the whiff has made it up to the second floor (confined to the stairwell fortunately). My Condo is out on the balcony now so I retired outdoors to guarantee some non-contaminated air

It hasn't been all bad. Over the weekend we gardened. We beach cleaned. F went swimming. Some sewing got done and more got lined up.

Muffins got baked and a bean salad made. At least MY luxuries are easy to assemble - I got a nice tin of tuna in spring water as a Sunday treat.

F stood and contemplated the cupboard contents for a while before wandering up to the local shop.  She had said she was going for yoghurt,  but came back explaining they only had skinny yoghurt and she reckons if you are going to eat it at all you might as well go for the high octane or nothing, so she got beer and ice cream instead.

I'm not sure I understand the substitution.  It sounds like an excuse for decadence to me.










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  1. Gail totally approves of the substitution - high octane yoghurt plus beer and ice cream.
    We hope the smell dissipates soon. Well Gail does, I suspect I might find it quite appealing...
    Toodle-oo!
    Nobby.

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    1. Our basement is a bit of a dungeon. I used to enjoy it until the day I first encountered a flood. I came upstairs with wet feet to tell F about it and nearly got shoved outdoors by one of the neighbours who clearly did not understand that I am THE cat. Since then it has suffered multiple floods and turned into a crumbling mess of damp plaster and bad smells. I don't go down there any more but I will give F a little nose credit, she can now tell when it has flooded by the smell wafting up the cellar stairs, and goes down and pumps it out before it turns bright green. Nobby you would not enjoy human excrement. It's horrible stuff. paw smacks Mr T

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  2. A very logical substitution especially when you've got flood water nerves. Beer and icecream go down much easier than skinny yoghurt and are guaranteed to bring a smile of satisfaction. What would you rather have? A handful of dry pet pebbles or a tin of tuna?

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    1. I prefer both - a few dry pebbles as crunchy topping on my bowl of delicious wet food. (I also like a lick or two of full fat yoghurt.)

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  3. Beer znd ice cream sounds like a reasonable substitute for fat free yoghurt.

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    1. Even the skinny stuff isn't fat free - 98% of it is fat free and the other two percent is pure fat, but how you decide which is which baffles me.

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    2. .... a curates egg ...... fat in parts...

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  4. Hari Om
    As a high-octane curd muncher myself, I am inclined to agree with F - though my substitution choices may have been different. Chocolate comes to mind... what a bummer about the basement. Hugs and whiskeries, YAM-aunty xxx

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  5. Oddly, F doesn't buy chocolate when left to her own devices. Basement woes... on a bright note we get our UK house back tomorrow. Mr B will be 'at home' again by the end of the week. F is nervous about what state our garden will be in but that might be a good thing - we might be able to do the remodelling that she always wanted but was too scared to actually do in the end - dig up lots of lawn and grow more flowering things and trees. There is something about an expanse of lawn that stops you from actually digging it up.. (PS she didn't drink the beer either in the end.) xxx Mr T

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  6. I would have gone the whole hog and added a bag of chippies to that purchase plus a bar of chocolate. If you’re really ‘depressed’ about something good food guides go out the window quick smart.

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    1. F's a weird one - her go to food is cheese and apples, bananas and peanut butter, crystallized ginger, or a bowl of berry fruit and yoghurt (or ice cream in this case). She assures me that despite it being kaimaki flavour (mastika) she would have preferred the yoghurt.

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  7. Oh no Tigger that is awful. I much prefer the high octane yoghurt too, and flavoured if possible. Cholcolate and cakes are my go to items. The bank holiday weekend weather wasn't that good here either. Hope F got her bike tyre fixed ok.

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    1. Greek yoghurt doesn't seem to need flavour. F just chops fresh fruit into it anyway. This week it was strawberries. She has done a bush repair on her bike and hopes that will do for now.

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  8. it would be impossible for me to rant over that basement flood in only two lines. Great Job F... I could even come up with a rant about it just reading your post. i want to say that those two feet that you PUT DOWN just made my heart melt in my chest. Adorable doesn't do them justice. Only 5 months go go, and no more basement. yay

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    1. People seem to like touching my feet - wait until you see them with my talons out....

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  9. Oh yuk, such a horrid stink to have to put up with (even if it isn't actually in your apartment). I can see why you have fled to your balcony Tigger.
    Here's hoping F can get that garden make-over she wants - imagine the fun you could have wandering around in that?
    I think you have cute feet too!! :)

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    1. She will be doing it herself so if it doesn't happen, she only has herself to blame.

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  10. I just don’t understand people either.
    Hopefully the smell goes soon
    Beer and ice creams. Sounds like an Aussie afternoon at the beach

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    1. Aussies and kiwis aren't so very different, and we do live at the beach.

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