Day 182
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
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Day 180
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
Day 178
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
Day 177
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
Day 176
I spent a long time yesterday wondering whether or not to blog for the rest of the holiday, and sort of came to the conclusion I wouldn’t. Slept a lot… Continue Reading
Day 175
Of course, I am overjoyed that the Tories lost in Tiverton and Wakefield. Electoral pacts at the local level work. But the Tories still have a dictatorial overall majority of… Continue Reading
Day 174
The mind is the most cunning weapon we have against ourselves, and we never spend enough ttime to realise that we use it against ourselves constantly. Looking out over the… Continue Reading
Day 173
So we’re sitting on a beach, me under a semi-transparent parasol, and M in the full brunt of the sun, and it’s very very hot. Giorgios from the restaurant behind… Continue Reading
Day 172
Even those of us relatively unscathed by covid-19 are feeling its impacts in probably a greater way than we thought we would. I have written at length about the weird… Continue Reading
Day 169
This morning is disappointingly cold and grey. It looks and feels and smells like it’s going to rain. I will need to go and change into some long trousers and… Continue Reading