Day 190
Just over five hours sleep from Friday night to Saturday morning is probably not the greatest strategy for beginning the weekend, but needs must. I came into the office to… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
Just over five hours sleep from Friday night to Saturday morning is probably not the greatest strategy for beginning the weekend, but needs must. I came into the office to… Continue Reading
Today has just been one thing after another, with spreadsheets not tallying, VPN failures, worries about children, a seemingly unending flood of emails, simultaneous phone calls, etc etc. But I… Continue Reading
The truth is, I just want to scream very loudly, and sell all my worldly goods, and move to Agios Nikolaos. We got back very late last night. One delay… Continue Reading
It had, of course, totally passed me by that I have now been writing this daily for over half a year. The truth is that I didn’t really think I’d… Continue Reading
Fourteen years and 5 months ago (not to the date), a very good friend of mine, T, died of cancer. I dreamed about him last night, that he’d somehow faked… Continue Reading
Sweltering today. Even the breeze with the occasional sharp gust is hot. Thank God for the shade. I’ve always said it’s the shade that makes the heat bearable, even enjoyable…. Continue Reading
Giorgos is apparently the most common male name in Crete, with 40 percent of men having that name. This is according to the jeweller whose shop we ended up in… Continue Reading
Last night, after dinner, on our daily walk, an old sports injury in my right foot flared up. It hurt like hell, so when we got back (and I shouldn’t… Continue Reading
My phone is running out of charge more and more rapidly. Having once been IT literate, I don’t know if this is because of the heat or because it keeps… Continue Reading
We stayed up too late last night because we’d got a bit tired of all the same faces in the full-board hotel, faces we don’t actually much speak to because… Continue Reading