What’s the hurry?
Last week, we celebrated the arrival of a somewhat shaken, but not stirred, Nero; the real ruler of our household.
This week, all three of us have been getting more settled and focused on designing our new lives.
A Cypriot friend organised for the ‘window man’ to come. He arrived, quoted, and promised to fit new locks to all of our windows on Tuesday evening.
We gave our apologies to the quiz team and settled in to await his arrival. On Wednesday, we learned that regrettably, the required locks were not in stock, and would only be available in two weeks. I felt that this information would have been useful to us on the Tuesday evening…but hey.
Our bedroom door needs replacing. It’s a bespoke size. Fortunately, it was made by a fellow from the village. So I called around. Literally, I called. His ferocious hound threw itself at the gate repeatedly as, in the deepest voice I could muster, I called for its master. No response. However, his neighbour, a village elder, promised to let the ‘door-man’ know of our problem. It seems he’s retired from doors, but his son keeps his hand in on a part-time basis. We’re to await contact.
I recorded a podcast episode. It took around 18 hours to upload. I spoke to the Telecom people. They assured me, that on Tuesday or Wednesday, I would get a call, telling me that my broadband was now the best it could be. On Thursday, my phone rang as I walked to the first tee. In our pidgin English and Greek we thanked each other. In an hour, all would be done.
The phone rang again on the 4th.
“You are in the house?”
“No. Should I be? I’ll be there this afternoon.”
“We can’t do afternoon.”
“Ah. Well, I’m at Customs at the Port tomorrow morning…”
“Ok. We come Monday morning.”
“Ah. Right. Thank you.”
“Now. Your line no work. Ok. Bye”
“But! But…” I was talking to myself.
No phone, no broadband for a whole weekend!
Hence, I find myself drafting this post on my phone, and uploading through my UK mobile account. So please excuse any typos and formatting errors. Fat finger syndrome.😁
Friday, we’re off to customs and the insurance broker.
Bet that’ll be fun…
Still, I sunk a monster putt on the second.
What’s the hurry?