Author: cavaleros

This Blog is moving in to completion of half a year. I’ve never managed half a week of a diary before. With only five weeks to go until we leave for our Greek house – we will be away for circa 90 days this summer – this week will be spent making insurance arrangements.

• Our current house insurance only allows an absence of 60 days – need to renegotiate that.
• Our car insurance, has to be expanded to provide fully comp for three months abroad.
• Our travel insurance has to have the necessary health cover for this extended period.
• Car must be valeted and serviced.

We will send another box of items ahead of us by Parcelforce. We will take a few cases of white wine and pick up some more of red wine. Stavros is feeling rather down at the moment and he will need lifting. We are also taking a lot of gardening equipment with us this time.

17th June, 2009

Took Pauline’s Mum out for a meal at lunch time. We all ate too much but she was happy and vibrant as this photo shows:

 

Her cancer operation has really healed well. Pauline will kill me if she sees this photo because she’s not at her best but I think she looks happy and lovely.

Just 30 days until we set off on our trip across Europe to Sifnos. Nowadays we largely use our Sat. Nav. which comes with our car but this is the sort of route we follow:

Km	Set off Saturday 8.30 am
0.0	Turn right at Heiststraat
0.3	Turn left at Meeuwenstraat
0.5	Turn right at Isabellalaan/N34 Continue to follow N34
1.9	Turn left at Baron de Maerelaan
1.9	Take the ramp onto Baron de Maerelaan/N31 Continue to follow N31
18.9	Slight left at E403/Expresweg/N31 (signs for A10/E40/N31/E403/Kortrijk/Veurne/Brussel/Oostende) Continue to follow E403/N31
21.2	Take the E40 exit toward Gent/Brussel
21.3	Keep left at the fork to continue toward A10/E40
21.7	Keep right at the fork, follow signs for E40/Gent/Brussel and merge onto A10/E40
103.5	Take the exit toward E40/E19/Luik/Namen/E411/Antwerpen
105.0	Merge onto R0
130.5	Take the exit onto A4/E411 toward Namen/Luxembourg Continue to follow A4Entering Luxembourg
313.9	Continue on E25
333.7	Take the exit toward Luxembourg-Ville (Sud)/Saarbrücken/Metz
334.8	Merge onto E25
345.5	Slight right toward E25
345.9	Slight right at E25 Entering France
346.3	Continue on A31
371.9	Take the exit onto A31
381.6	Take the exit toward Strasbourg/Metz-Est
382.9	Merge onto A4 Partial toll road
394.5	Take the exit onto A4 Partial toll road
547.2	Continue on A35 (signs for Colmar/Mulhouse/Offenburg/A35)
562.9	Take exit 10 toward Duttlenheim/Duppigheim
563.3	At the roundabout, take the 3rd exit onto D1422 heading to Strasbourg/Blaesheim/Innenheim/Obernai Go through 1 roundabout
565.8	At the roundabout, take the 2nd exit onto A35
604.5	Continue on N83
615.9	Continue on A35 Entering Switzerland
682.0	Continue on A3 Toll road
698.0	Take exit 9 toward Arisdorf/Bern/Luzern/Gotthard Toll road
698.8	Merge onto A2 Toll road
726.1	Take exit 45-Härkingen to merge onto A1/A2/E35 toward  Rothrist/Zürich/Luzern/Gotthard Toll road   We always reach here in time for Dinner around 7.00 pm – 8.00 pm
734.9	Take exit 47-Wiggertal toward Reiden/Luzern/Gotthard Toll road
735.7	Merge onto A2 Toll roadEntering Italy
971.7	Continue on A9 Partial toll road
1002.7	Take the exit onto A8/E62 toward Milano Partial toll road
1007.9	Take the exit onto A50/Tangenziale Ovest toward A4/Bologna/Genova/A7/A1/E66/Torino Partial toll road
1038.4	Continue on E35 (signs for Bologna/Melegnano/A1) Toll road
1039.3	Take the exit onto A1 Toll road
1222.6	Take the exit onto A14 toward Bologna Borgo Time for a snooze usually 1.00 am – 6.00amPanigale/Bologna/Padova/Bari/A13/Ravenna/Ancona Toll road
1453.2	Take exit Ancona Sud-Osimo toward Ancona Sud/Osimo Toll road
1453.7	Continue straight Partial toll road
1454.3	Continue straight onto SS16
1458.4	Take exit Ancona Centro toward Ancona
1458.8	Merge onto Asse Nord-Sud
1463.5	Slight left at Via Alessandro Bocconi
1463.9	At Piazzale della Libertà, take the 2nd exit onto Galleria del Risorgimento
1464.6	Continue on Via Antonio Giannelli
1464.7	Arrive at Ancona, Italy – Sunday, 9.00 am.
	Section time: 13:51, Total time: 13:51

As you can see it is 1464.7 Kilometres or 910.1 miles and, if driven continuously, should take 13 hrs 51 mins.. Because we stop to sleep and eat, it takes us 24hrs. Then we have to get a boat down the Adriatic which takes 20 hrs. Then we drive to Piraeus from Patras which takes another 3 hrs. Then we take a ferry to our island for another 6hrs. It is quite a journey and costs about £2000.00 return.

18th June, 2009

Today, we signed papers for our redundancy settlements and filled out Pension forms to take effect from August 31st. Although we are not working, we have three more salary cheques to receive. We have been very lucky to have spent the last five months of our service on fully paid gardening leave as well as another year’s salary in redundancy. To cap it all, we were told that we could have 35 year long service awards in cash – enough to buy a new desktop computer to take to Greece. We feel quite uncomfortably mischievous as we plan the next few years out.

Jane B.G. has got to me. Probably because she is so skinny. We have a month before we leave for Greece where we will swim twice a day for three months. We calculate that we will do 170 swims before we come back to England. We will go on one set walk every day – 85 walks – and then we will be developing our vegetable garden. Because of Jane B.G., we thought we would use our last four weeks here profitably so we have rejoined our local Spirit Health Club. We had been members for years but, in recent times, we found ourselves not getting there. I calculated last year that the swim we had in June had cost us nearly £800.00 we had used it so little. We decided to stop kidding ourselves and cancel our subscription. We became lapsed members. Today we joined just for 4 weeks, because that is all we have left, for an amazing price of £75.00 for the two of us. We went off for our first swim of the year. I did thirty minutes non-stop followed by a Jacuzzi and a Steam Room. I felt wonderful. About an hour after arriving back home the phone went and I panicked when I realised my legs wouldn’t work. Probably I’d brought my resting pulse down too much. I think I’ll have to pace my return to peak fitness.

19th June, 2009

40 years ago this Summer, I went to Training College. I shared an upstairs flat of a four storey house with two other lads who were Freshers as well. My College was for all girls – 650 of them – and the College had only just decided to take men – all 20 of them – a few weeks before I applied. On one of the few occasions Mum took me anywhere, we went up to Ripon in her car – I can’t remember which one now but it was the one after the Austin A40. She got Nellie Deacon to go with us because she didn’t want to drive home alone. She was still fairly inexperienced as a driver. I was the first one there because Mum was keen to get back before nightfall. There were two bedrooms, a single and a double. Guess who got the single bedroom! Later in the day the prospective occupants of the shared room arrived. Nigel Faulds from St Albans and John Ridley from Whitley Bay.

  

In the group photo, Nigel Faulds – who is now a Buddhist Monk by the way – is  standing back, extreme left with his arms folded. I am back, third from the right with my old friend, Kevin Dagg second from the right. For some reason, John Ridley didn’t get on this photo. Next to it is a recent one of him as Headteacher of a Primary School in North Yorkshire.

Leonard Cohen spent ten or more years as a Buddhist Monk – I think during the 80s and early 90s. I would never have heard from him if it wasn’t for Nigel who dragged me away from Cliff Richard and introduced me to sitting under the table, drunk as a skunk on red wine and howling to Leonard Cohen’s:

Like a Bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free….

The Leonard Cohen concert on TV last night transported me back 40 years. I had a tear in my eye for lost youth.

7th & 8th June, 2009

Set off for Surrey en route to the Tunnel. Stayed with Pauline’s niece, Mandy, and her husband, Kieron, adopted boys, David, James and Daniel. Also, of course, we met up with Pauline’s sister, Phyllis and her husband, Colin.

Phyllis is almost 72 and Pauline is almost 58 years old.

 

Phyllis has recently bought a Laptop and, in spite of her failing eyesight, is doing well in getting to grips with using it and, particularly, the internet.

 

Went out for an enjoyable family meal at Fox Hills Country Club – a resplendent establishment featuring a number of golf courses, indoor and out door pools, spas, tennis courts, restaurants, etc.. The original Ottersey Estate dates back to before the Norman Conquest. The latest and existing house was commissioned by MP Sir Ivatt Briscoe (on expenses as a second home) and designed by architect, George Bessier, cousin of Benjamin Disraeli. In 1923, the whole estate was bought by the Borthwicks who sold it on to Aer Lingus in the 1970s.

 

9th June, 2009

Left early in the morning for the tunnel. Usually we would be going in school half terms. This time, it was lovely and quiet.

 

We drove down to Auchan and bought £1200.00’s worth of wine for £600.00, some olive oil and mustard, some fresh meat and vegetables to put in the fridge in the back of our car and then found a nice restaurant for lunch. Back to the train with a rather heavier car and 30 minutes later we are hoofing it back up the country to Yorkshire.

10th June, 2009

Quiet day today after our exertions of the past few days. Don’t want to overdo it. Had to unpack the car and put all the wine into racks around the garage walls. Actually, some of it stayed in cases because it will be coming to Greece with us in five weeks time. If you’ve ever tasted Greek wine you would know why. England win 6-0 against Andorra. You wonder if it was worth it.

11th June, 2009

Ronaldo is no more. It is a loss to the Premiership. £80,000,000.00 should make up for it.

12th June, 2009

Heaven has come to Huddersfield! Sainsburys has opened a new store. It is less than ten minutes away by Formula 1 car and is a delight.

Pauline & I are brand-loyal. In the past 30 years we have had a new Honda car every year, been to Greece once if not twice each year and spent more than £100,000.00 in Sainsburys. How do I know? Pauline has recorded every single penny of expenditure from day one of our marriage. In the first three years she meticulously kept accounts books, cross-referencing them with paper bank statements. Shortly afterwards, she started to use a financial software package and cross referenced it with Nat West on-line which I tested for the bank.  We can tell you how much we have paid out to any retailer over the past thirty years at the press of a button. It doesn’t get much sadder than that.

31st May, 2009

White Rabbit Day tomorrow. Also back to school day for so many. By Sunday, we would be feeling distinctly fed up and looking for any reason why we shouldn’t go. Not any more. We are planning a trip to France the week after next. When we come back, we will do a day strawberry picking at our local strawberry farm followed by a day’s raspberry picking. Pauline will make brilliant jam. Instead of moping about tomorrow, we went for a drive on the moors.

Below you will see shots of the road we took for so many years to work. It is the old, pre-motorway, cross-pennine route. In the summer we would drive this road and the motorway in the winter. The landscape here looks as if a giant had grabbed the moorland and squeezed it in his hand. It is left in crumpled folds, carpeted in lush green grass and crimson and white flowering heather. Occasionally, the rock breaks through the surface. The eye would never tire of it.

   

1st – 3rd June, 2009

While the country has been obsessing about Hazel Blears’ expenses and Brown’s likely successor, I have been pruning Laurel bushes in to ball shapes, manicuring the lawns, trimming the edges, all the finishing touches needed to make our house saleable. It has now officially gone on sale. We have tried to set a realistic price so we don’t find ourselves still stuck here this time next year. Apparently, the neighbours have been monitoring the regular visits of tradesmen – painting and decorating, windows and doors, carpets and curtains. They have been observing Pauline & I cleaning the windows, sweeping the patios, mowing the lawns, weeding the flower beds. They have said to themselves, “I bet they’re moving!” Today their supicions were confirmed as the official ‘For Sale’ board went up.

We were just having lunch and cheering at the news of Hazel Blears resignation when we heard a banging outside. Pauline jumped up and screamed when she saw a man banging a post into our front garden. “They’re selling our house”, she shouted. We madly set about tidying the house in case someone called to see it. They didn’t.

Had a lovely email from Cal telling me that she was going back to work and sending me some more photos:

An Irish Tent

Irish Cannabis

The Irish Pyrenees

It just looks lovely. I can’t wait to drop in on her unexpectedly.

4th June, 2009

As a traditional grumpy old man, I have long been the bane of the Kirklees Environmental Health Department. They like to think that they are at the cutting edge of Waste Disposal. They try to enforce sorting of waste by their customers so that they can sell the materials on in a profit making concern. They give us two coloured wheelie bins, green and black – and each is collected once a fortnight on alternative Thursdays. I refuse to have a dog and bark. Who has got the time to separate rubbish? Well, Dustbin Men (and Tramps) of course. We pay them an enormous precept each year from which we cannot derrogate. Of course, the bottom’s fallen out of the waste material market which is really putting a strain on the SITA spreadsheet.

5th June, 2009

Apparently it is Friday. I spent the whole of yesterday thinking it was Friday. I even went to the extent of ordering a takeaway for tea to recreate that ‘Friday Feeling’. Never mind, I shall have to try all over again today.

We drove over the Pennines to Saddleworth to the Whit Friday Brass Band Contest. I have lived in the area since 1972 and this is the first time I have been free to watch it. It involves bands from all the communities travelling from village to village playing their brass band music to the local population and being judged. There are ten or so individual competitions. Really, it is a good excuse to get together and share a drink in all the lovely Pennine pubs. For some reason, although it is always on Whit Friday, it is invariably dodgy weather. After days of glorious sunshine and high temperatures, today was cooler and changeable. Everybody started off drinking in the pub gardens but as the music started so the clouds darkened. Fortunately, most of the competitions were finished before the heavy rain set in.

   

The house officially went on sale yesterday. Today we had a car trawl slowly past and back, checking it out. Why didn’t they just come in and offer us the full asking price? It would make life so much easier.

6th June, 2009

Leeds and Manchester Airports are not far away. Flights are rare enough to be more of interest than annoyance. We did get a bit annoyed when a helicopter flew back and forth low over our house the other day. Within a few hours we had a knock at the door and a woman appeared holding a framed, colour aerial photo of our house. She wanted £12.00 for it. Normally, I would have sent her away with a flee in her ear as all the other neighbours did but, on this occasion, I bought.

This photo will go to Greece and join photos of all the houses Pauline and I have lived in together mounted above the oak settle from Oldham Town Hall. The irony of that ending its life on a Greek island really appeals to me.

24th May, 2009 

Beautiful day – hot and sunny. Managed to get good outdoor shots of the house and garden to email off to the Estate Agency.

 

25th May, 2009

Another lovely day, perhaps not as sustained sunshine as yesterday but it is a Bank Holiday. What does that mean when you’re retired?  Had a lovely phone conversation with Ruth yesterday evening. Talking to her made me feel happy. I love her. I have gone about the day today with Ruth in my head. I must see her before we leave for Greece.

Pauline’s Mum and sister Phyllis and her husband Colin came round for Lunch today. Pauline cooked Lamb Shanks in Red wine Jus with Jersey Royals and assorted vegetables. It was absolutely wonderful. We used this occasion to talk about our plans and how we would provide for Pauline’s Mum.

27th May, 2009

Kerb Appeal is the order of the day today plus the oven-clean little man called. Two hours it took him. He was out of breath when he’d finished – all the running up and down our twenty stone steps I’ve no doubt. You’re not very fit, I said, as Pauline paid him. I’ve got to drive to Holmfirth now and Tomorden this afternoon, he gasped as he left. I offered to put him in touch with Jane BG in order to get his pulse rate down but he said he hadn’t got time. Well it is difficult when you’re working!

I’ve been planting‘Gold Splash’ Euonymous to provide some eye-catching kerb appeal at the front of the house. I think they will make all the difference.

28th May, 2009

Attended the funeral of Angela aged 92 years today. I went with Pauline, her Mum, Pauline’s sister, Phyllis and her husband, Colin. It was a sad and under-attended affair for a lady who had outlived most of her friends and relatives. We moved Pauline’s Mum into the Anchor Housing warden assisted apartment 28 years ago. She was 67 years old. She is 95 in a few weeks. Angela moved in to an apartment 3 years later and they were inseparable for 25 years. Angela had an alcoholic son who visited her once a week for his tea on a Friday. He is in his mid-60s and spends most of his time in Thailand. Angela was very timid, found it very difficult to go out and, although we managed to get her out for a pub lunch once or twice a few hundred yards from her flat, she flatly refused to travel the 15 miles to our house for Christmas Lunch even though she was alone. Her husband died 35 years ago and she had soldiered meekly on since then. In the past few months – rather like Mum – she began to give up the will to live. She stopped eating, started to stay alone in her flat and became terribly thin. Eventually she went to hospital to be treated for a chest infection and never returned. Another little personality has left the world. Her claim to fame, I learnt at the funeral, was that she worked in the Pickle Factory in Fleetwood where she was born and living in that important fishing port, she hated fish. We all have our moments.

29th May, 2009

Glorious day today. Just enjoyed it.

30th May, 2009

Disappointing win for Chelsea. Have to admit that they were the better side. Glorious day again. Spoke to Stavros today. He is finally getting the log burning stove stainless steel exhaust pipe fitted and the huge pergola over the outdoor dining patio. We go in seven weeks. I can’t wait.

   

Caroline’s Birthday tomorrow. Happy Birthday Cal. As you can see, Cal gets very wrapped up in the region she inhabits. She speaks Irish and worships Newcastle United.

18th May, 2009

Got an email from Jane today. She’s been on this madcap scheme to raise money for Breast Cancer – The Moon Walk – She sent me this picture after she had finished. She said she was off to a Health Spa to recover.

This is what I wrote to her:

Thought you were supposed to be in your underwear. Pauline’s niece, Mandy, was doing the same walk. She’s off to a Spa today as well. It’ll be full of women with sore feet and jogger’s nipple. You could all have saved yourselves a lot of pain and donated your Spa costs instead.

I thought that was fair.

Got this other photo – at last – of Jane Georghiou. Only the top half. I don’t know if she’s self conscious about her legs. You notice she’s so green she even chooses the correct colour car as a backdrop. I have tried to give her some brotherly advice about using up her lifetime’s supply of heartbeats and footsteps before she’s ready to go but on she runs and what is that she’s holding? Ugh! Can’t be good for her. Come in No. 245 and put your feet up with a good glass of wine.

19th May, 2009

For a week our cooker – a double built in AEG – has been turning itself on at strange times. 11.30 pm I was just setting the burglar alarm when the oven flicked into life. Again 2.30 pm it did the same thing. We thought we must have accidentally set the automatic timer when we put the clock forward. I reset everything. It made no difference. We have a service agreement on the oven so we called a little man out but we had forgotten this when, at 11.00 am today, two big, red fire engines roared into Quarry Court and stopped right outside our house. At that moment, the little oven man arrived in his car thinking, “Oh no! I’ve got here too late. It’s set the house on fire.” Fortunately for us but not for our next door neighbour, it turned out that her dishwasher had started to throw flames out of its door and she panicked and called the fire brigade.

Our little man couldn’t stop shaking as he told us he would have to order a new thermostat for our oven. Before he comes back, we’re going to get another little man in to clean it.

20th May, 2009

Got a cheeky message from Ruth asking why I didn’t clean the oven. It’s filthy. I am a tired old pensioner and this little man has been coming to clean our oven twice a year for the past nine years. I wouldn’t be so heartless as to begrudge him employment. Besides, for £50.00 he gets the oven, which is six years old, looking better than when we bought it. It takes him three hours or so. He dismantles it and takes each section down to his van parked on our drive where he has a bath of caustic soda to dip things in plus a steaming hot vat of soapy water which just does the job. I couldn’t do anything like that.

Can’t quite decide if Cal is building the Cath Bennett Wing or the Lily Coghlan Wing or two wings each by those names. However, she is a big girl doing a big job as you can see from this photo:

     

22 May, 2009

Estate Agent called today confirm House would go on the market at just under £400,000.00. The brochure was ready apart from the detailed floorplans and the photographs. The Hip will not be ready for another ten days and it can’t be advertised until it is. My camera was much better than the Estate Agent’s so I was delegated to take photos and email them to him. Sunday looks like being a very sunny day so I hope to take the photographs then. In the meantime, I have been practising.

       

Which shot of the lounge looks best? Answers on an email.

23 May, 2009

More photographs today plus we received the draft of the brochure. The agents appear very enthusiastic and optimistic about selling reasonably quickly. If they do – and we are trying to separate the sales pitch from reality – we may have to cut our long holiday short and/or fly home temporarily in order to settle our affairs and find storage for our furniture. We bought this house as a trade-down almost exactly nine years ago. We always said it was ‘just somewhere to live’ and that we would not get attached to it. However, not only has it proved a good investment but we have grown to really enjoy it. Still, got to move on!

We have three different Estate Agents coming to the house this week. Everything that could reasonably be done has been done. There is talk of a pick up in the housing market in our area. We have been to look at two different development sites and both had virtually sold out. Whether that is down to price adjustment or rising market is impossible to tell. We remain optimistic.

Cooked a wonderful meal tonight of belly pork served with Jersey potatoes, asparagus and carrots. What a wonderful place this world can be. Hope the girls enjoyed their trip to The Boot Inn.

11th May, 2009

Estate agents coming tomorrow. I’ve booked three in. Put the finishing touches to the House and garden today. Mowed the lawns. It nearly killed me. Must get a little man in next time.

Phoned Mike. He didn’t reply at first. When he did, half an hour later, he said I was interupting his game of Bridge.

12th May, 2009

Valuation Day! The day is dry, warm and sunny. The house is neat and gleaming like a new pin. The first valuer arrived from Brearley Green. It was the Managing Director – Peter Green – in his big Mercedes who drew up outside the house. Having had the most cursory look round at break neck speed, he announced that he hadn’t got a clue how to value it because nothing in our vicinity had gone on the market for at least five years. He said he was taking a stab in the dark and quoted a figure that was so below our expectation that it depressed us immediately. The next valuer cam from Reeds Raines. He measured everything minutely and after careful consideration of other properties in the area, suggested a figure which was £75, 000.00 more than the first valuation. His charge for selling would be 1%. The final valuer came from Halifax Estate Agency. They had proved the pushiest and most determined to win our business. The valuer was equally thorough and suggested a price some £85,000.00 more than the intial valuation. She told us her selling fee would be 1.8%.

14th May, 2009

Decided to go with Reeds Raines but only after a lot of uncertainty. They are a national company who pitched the value at more or less what we anticipated. We felt the Halifax might have inflated the value to get the business. The cost of selling through the Halifax would be double that of Reeds Raines which was a partial incentive. We have to have a HIP before we can even advertise our house but the Estate Agents will do that tomorrow. It will take ten days before it is published. We think we will struggle to sell the house before we go to Greece in mid-July so the agents will have to continue in our stead. They say they are comfortable with that and will keep in touch over the web. What a wonderful world.

16th May, 2009

Great day today. United won the Premier League and Leicester Tigers won the RU Premiership title.

            

3rd May, 2009

 It was the anniversary of Mum’s funeral yesterday. It is not something I dwelt on but I am surprised how raw the thoughts still feel. At the same time, I am not sorry that I feel that way. I do not want to let her go so easily. In my trip to Repton I thought that time had healed the wound but in the trips round my thoughts I know it hasn’t.

             

As we drove down Bretby Lane last week, Mum’s bungalow was occupied by someone else. There was a car and trailer in the drive. The only sign of Mum was in the garden which looked wonderful.

4th May, 2009

Bank Holidays like Friday nights mean nothing when you’re retired. It is one of the downsides. You don’t get that Friday feeling. This Bank Holiday is freezing cold and largely wet. It was just too cold to go out. So much so, I did the hoovering. I don’t believe I wrote that.

Got a lovely email from Cal. She is currently on a month’s unpaid leave from her job which she clearly loves. She says it is because of budget cutbacks and working for a not-for-profit charity is not a healthy thing to be doing at the moment. Also, she seems to be having some health problems – palpitations – at the moment. To add to that, she is building the Catherine Bennet Wing single handedly on the end of her house. I hope she’ll be alright. 

5th May, 2009

One of those glorious days when everyone goes back to work but we didn’t. Hugely pressured day though – clearing out the garage. Spent an hour or two looking for French properties and then decided which Huddersfield Estate Agents we would invite to do a valuation. What fun! To cap it all I watched United annialate Arsenal. It doesn’t get much better.

6th May, 2009

Today I would have arrived at school by 7.45 am without having had anything but a cup of tea, done an hours work with a cup of coffee, had a brief meeting, taught a couple of hours of an exam class and then spent the rest of the day until 6.00 pm in my office going through individual candidates e-portfolios with them, preparing them for submission. After I had got home, I would have opened a bottle of wine while I/we started the cooking, finished that bottle at the start of the meal, opened a second and drunk half or more before the end of the meal. After a sweet and coffee, I would have fallen asleep for an hour or so before waking up and wandering into the Study to start preparing for Friday.

Today, what I actually did was get up at 8.00 am, have a bowl of porridge, spend my morning jet spraying the patio and garden steps, have a salad for lunch, do a bit more work in the garden and then catch up with my email correspondence. I also select a list, with Pauline of the Estate Agents that we are going to invite to the house and search for some insulation material that Stavros needs for the flue of our log burning stove in Greece. Finally, before Dinner, Pauline and I look at some coastal properties for sale in Pas de Calais and some others in Maidstone, Rochester and Folkestone area. Putting your life in order is so satisfying. It beats putting someone else’s by far.

In this relaxed state we had fish pie with asparagus and half a glass of white wine each. There was no tension to assuage with alcohol. Until, of course, I watched the Chelsea  -Barcelona match. However much I hate Chelsea, I still think they were robbed.

8th May, 2009

 A day of strong winds and violent hail storms. A day to be tucked up inside and we were. England won the first Test against West Indies.

26th – 28th April, 2009

Mowed the lawn, spent time tidying the garden up. Visited endless Garden Centres looking for ‘highlight plants’ to freshen up the front of the house. In a week we will seek valuation and make a decision about a way forward.

Received nice emails from Ruth and Liz. Liz has already been to Mum’s grave. Ruth is going with Jane & Catherine in a fortnight. The centre of gravity is visibly shifting. What hold will Repton have on any of us after this? It will be interesting to see.

Watched Chelsea hold Barcelona to a 0-0 draw in the Nou Camp. Not a brilliant game but a creditable result.

29th April, 2009

Had to take Pauline’s Mum to hospital today to have her small cancer operation checked on. She had three growths removed from her nose a week ago. Everything seems to be knitting back well. Beautiful day. Spent the afternoon in the garden.

30th April – 2 May, 2009

Retirement is so tiring! I don’t know how to get all my jobs done. Spent most of the week in the garden and, finally, it is looking delightfully controlled.  This time of year really brings so much colour. We haven’t really seen it in mid-summer because we’ve not been here in mid July to early September since we bought it. And now we almost certainly never will. But May is perfect.

I cannot believe Mum has been gone for a whole year. I believe it has been one of the saddest of my life. Certainly I have rediscovered how to cry. I miss her massively and I know many of the rest of the family do also. I some respects, I don’t want that hurt to go away. I want to stay at the raw edge of missing. She deserves that.

Usually, the Sunday after an Easter in Greece is full of depression and recrimination. Why do I have to go back to work? I should have stayed at home and written that report or done that marking. Not this year. Up early (body clock still two hours on.) and out for the Sunday Papers – Times & Telegraph. Football in the afternoon while our neighbour cuts our lawns. Well you wouldn’t expect me to do it so soon after my holiday would you? Luxuriate with all the Sunday papers and plan the week ahead.

20^th – 23^rd April, 2009

Spent the week playing at being retired: getting up after 7.00 am, reading the newspaper, gardening, shopping off-peak, popping out to the Garden Centre.

Armitage’s Garden Centre

24^th April, 2009

It was found that Pauline’s Mum had a number of cancerous growths on her nose. We took her into hospital to have them removed. When the growths were cut out, the wound was to be covered by skin taken from her shoulder. It was all done under local anaesthetic. As you can see from the picture, she had a patch stapled to her nose when she came out. We told her to sleep with the light on because the patch was luminous and would glow in the dark.

After taking Pauline’s Mum home, we drove down to Repton to view Mum’s headstone. It is clear and simple and right. My only concern is that there is no mention of Gordon. I know he is buried elsewhere but it is as if he didn’t exist.

It was nice to see Nana and Grandad fitted in and Nellie & Herb nearby.

               

Had lunch at the tea rooms previously owned by Sue Deacon with all the other retired couples and then down the High Street – I think for the last time – to No. 81.

The Bull’s Head carpark was full of cars and both sides of the street were lined with them. It’s strange because I hadn’t announced that I was going. 81 is still dominated at the front by Mum’s tree although ivy has replaced that straggly rose around the door. The privet hedge has gone – replaced by some quite smart railings – and the semi-detached ownership is emphasised by different colour washes splitting the property in two. I don’t like to mention it but the windows are UPVC – I ask you, Catherine!

You all probably know that the Builder’s Yard is a gated community now. I hadn’t bothered to look:

I don’t think I would want to live there. It’s very cheek by jowl!

 

12^thApril, 2009

We pledged to get up earlier today. We managed 8.30 am. Pauline had made new bread with a different flour and it was delicious toasted with cherry and fig jams. Freshly squeezed orange juice with Cretan oranges and Twinings Breakfast tea. Great start to the day.

BBC announces that Brown’s spin doctor has been caught sending false and malicious emails about Cameron and his Shadow Chancellor and has been sacked. Politics is ever the same. Later there is a Rugby match to watch and Aston Villa – Everton. The Arch Bishop of York is complaining that they are being played on Easter Sunday. Until then, I had completely forgotten that it was Easter Sunday. Weather doesn’t seem much different – warm & sunny. Going out for a drive to Faros – a fishing village – where Vivi, an ex-BA hostess has a house she shared with her mother. Her mother died some time ago and Vivi is not well. She is selling up for £500,000.00. We are going to see if she’s managed it. After that we are going to Platys Yialos – a more tourist area – to see how preparations are going for Greek Easter. We have a friend called Stellios who lives here. He used to own a restaurant in Yorkshire but he has come back to his native Sifnos. He and his family spend time split between England and Sifnos.

Sky a little hazy as we drive out this morning. Faros is beautiful but deserted apart from fishermen mending their nets on boats bobbing in the bay. They shout to each other as they haul their bright yellow nets about. There are two pairs of tourists – both walker couples with boots and knapsacks. We tend to look disdainfully at tourists nowadays and they look mournfully at us.

We drive past and home. As we drive, we decide Stavros is most unlikely to want to eat out on Sunday evening. It is usually Family Day. So, we decide to have a roast dinner with Fresh Chicken and Cyprus potatoes, roasted red onions and peas. Pauline made crème caramel for sweet and we were both stuffed and in pain when we had finished. Just as we staggered outside with our cup of coffee, Stavros phoned to invite us out to Dinner at Miroppi Restaurant.

We couldn’t say no because there were lots of things we wanted to talk about. It wouldn’t be for five hours.

Five hours later, we staggered down into Kamares and met Stavros. It was 9.00 pm and dark. We took a table under the lights outside next to the sea. We ordered:

Fava – bean dip
Fried courgette
Merithes – small silver fish deep fried whole
Chips
Green Salad – to be healthy
Fried Calamari
Litre of white wine

We ate and talked until 11.30 pm. Particularly, I was pressing Stavros to get jobs finished on our house:

The exit pipe for our log burning stove has to be completed
Then the pergola can be installed
A canvas roof over the pergola can be fitted.
Telephone line – this is the most important of all so I can install broadband internet

Parted company at 11.30 pm. We payed the bill at 62 Euros. Drove back to the house and had coffee, bath and bed by 12.30 am

13th April, 2009

We said we could sleep in today but we were up by 8.30 am just the same. Tea and toast and out. Before we left, I finished a letter to my old friend, Caroline. She sends me twenty or more postcards every year from all over the world. I have exhausted all the cards of Sifnos so I write letters. Anyway, there is a lot to say about our changing situation. We go out to visit the new Post Office which has just opened just down the road from our house. We pledge our support by buying one stamp for UK.

We then continue on to the Medical Centre in Apollonia. I have Atrial Fibrillation and have to take an anti-coagulant called Warfarin. For some reason, this has to be intensively tested for its blood thinning effects. At first, I was having to go to the hospital every three days. Eventually, that has stabilised at every month. I have to have my INR established by this test and it should be about 2.1. This looked like being a problem on Sifnos where doctors speak little English and tend to be the youngest and least experienced. We are really beginning to worry about this when, suddenly, up pops a new Medical Testing Centre run by a chemist by training. He worked in Brussels for two years but he was born and brought up on Sifnos. He cannot stay away. Who knows? One day he may save my life.

We are cockahoop and go a few metres down to the local Cafenion to celebrate. A cup of rich, sweet coffee looking out across the sea to the island of Serifos which is very clear today and then home for lunch on the patio – cheese and biscuits and white wine. The afternoon is spent reading and snoozing. I do a little writing. As the sun goes down at around 7.30 pm, we go in a start to prepare dinner – Chicken casserole and potatoes. The new, Cypriot potatoes are bursting with wonderful flavour and compliment the oregano & garlic flavour of the chicken. A bottle of claret helps it down. We watch the late evening news on Mega and then Pauline runs a bath while I catch half an hour of Bath v Leicester Tigers rugby match before following Pauline. Being retired is so stressful.

14^thApril, 2009

Pauline springs out of bed at 8.30 am to make tea & toast. It is blue sky with sunshine and high, fleecy white clouds but freezing this morning. The moment we are in the shower – we each have our own – Pauline’s Mum phones. She seems to time it each morning. We potter around for an hour, me writing and Pauline doing some washing. A knock on the door reveals Margharita, Stavros’ Mum, with two bowls. One is Gigantis (a cross between giant baked beans, hence the name, and bean soup) and the other is Crème Caramel. As she is leaving, a gang of men walk past the bottom of our drive. Margharita says they are Ashphalters come to quote for working on our road. This would be excellent news. Unfortunately, they turn out to be film makers. Our house will feature but can’t find out where it will be shown.

We go out for a drive to Platys Yialos – the tourist centre of Sifnos – to find they are being typically Greek. They have all winter relaxing and then a few days before the Easter influx they start relaying all the pavements. Total disruption for everyone. Nothing will ever change. Drove back through gorgeous sunshine and had lunch followed by one of my senior moments – an afternoon nap – which I call a siesta. Later went out to check the Ferry schedules for our return to Piraeus on Thursday. They change a lot around Easter. We go to Aegean Thesaurus, the ticket agency. We will leave Sifnos on the High Speed catamaran service at 6.30 pm and arrive in Piraeus at 9.30 pm. This is a cut in the Ferry journey of two and a half hours. It costs 60 Euros.

As we are in our last couple of days in the house, Pauline tries to use everything up. She has two tomatoes, one onion, some garlic and herbs and turns them into the most magical Bruschetta using her own bread. This with a bottle of red wine makes a wonderful evening meal leading up to the Liverpool – Chelsea Champions League match. So many goals but, unfortunately, Chelsea just scraped home.

15^thApril, 2009

8.30 am up, shower and breakfast. BBC announces signs of economic recovery in Britain and America. Certainly, Sterling is strengthening against the Euro which makes me feel good. I don’t want everything, just a reasonable balance – £1.00 = 1.2 Euro would be fine. Recently, it has sunk as low as 1 = 1.05 but now stands at 1 = 1.12. I have a massive Euro asset in my house so I want a balance. Yesterday, Stavros told me that two plots of land each sold for 150,000 Euros for 4000 sq m.. This is fantastic news. In 2002, we bought 19,000 sq m for 70,000 Euros. We really could be sitting on a goldmine. If and when we sell, it will be in Euros and we want its value to hold up but not cripple us while we are living here and having our pension paid here. As the day progresses, the £ / Eu moves on to 1 = 1.45. Economists do say that the Euro is over valued. We may see my target sooner than later.

We are just having coffee around 11.00 am when there is a knock at the door. It is Stavros’ Parents in Law, Professor and Mrs Toyne. Ken and Jennifer arrived on Tuesday evening. The looked fit and well. They had come for Greek Easter which starts on Saturday just as we leave and will stay for a month. We talk for an hour or so and they walk back to their house. Ours returns to its solitary quiet. We make a bacon sandwich and do a few jobs around the house. We have decided to go out for an early Dinner this evening because of THE BIG MATCH.

We drive down to the harbour and park and walk all of fifty metres to Sophia’s restaurant, Posidon.  We had an excellent meal:Revithia Keftedes – Chickpea balls with mint
Fried Potatoes
Stock Fish with Skordalia – thick white chunks of fish fried in batter & served with Garlic Sauce
Fried Liver and assorted Offal.

Sophia gives us a little, crumbly cake to leave with. As we walk to the car, we come across the insurance agent and his wife. We have wanted to see them about the quality ceiling fans they have in their house. They invite us to see them tomorrow.

We are back at the house in time to watch Mega Weather at 9.15 pm – lovely and settled and warm tomorrow for our trip. Then we switch to Sport 1 where they are previewing the Arsenal match and Net where the Man. U. match will be shown. Not long into the match, Ronnie Renaldo scores a dream goal and the game is all but finished. Porto were disappointing and United didn’t over stretch themselves.

16^thApril, 2009

8.30 am up and there is a sense of leaving. It doesn’t matter that we have been travelling to this island for almost twenty five years or that we will be constantly arriving and leaving, we both still get a slightly raised pulse about the process of travelling. We are both feeling it this morning. We are not sailing until 6.30 tonight but we are feverishly formulating plans for what we must do and fit in. We have to go to the Insurance Agent’s house this morning. We want to see the ‘American’ ceiling fans they have found because ours aren’t good enough.

The day is absolutely scorching hot and we feel it as we walk from the car to the Agent’s house. It is a small, new house built in the old style. It has lovely views of the harbour. The fans are not suitable although we say they are lovely. We drive back to the house and sit out reading in the sun for an hour then go out for lunch. Pauline has Moussaka and I have chicken with oven potatoes. We share a Greek salad. The floor show is our friend, Podotas, having a new sign put up over his office. It is gaudily painted to catch attention and it takes four men up on the balcony and two men down below to do the job. Roping and dangling the sign, lining up and checking the level, drilling and screwing the board. It took an hour for lunch and an hour for six men to hang a sign. Great fun and lovely meal.

Stavros joined us for a few minutes and shared a glass of wine before shooting off. He will meet us before we go. We drive back to the house to pack up. All the outdoor furniture put away. All the windows and shutters closed and locked. The fridge-freezer defrosted. The dishwasher emptied and cleaned. All electricals disconnected. We drive down to leave the car in Stavros’ carpark and then sit in the café until High Speed arrives. Stavros is nowhere to be seen. It doesn’t matter. We will speak to him soon. We walk swiftly down to the jetty. We are just about to board when we hear Stavros shouting. We kiss and part.

Once on board, we find a window seat shaded from the sun and read our magazines until Serifos comes up. We stop and watch the hustle and bustle as people board. Then on we go for another two and a half hours, drinking coffee, snoozing, watching TV, etc.. Finally, we arrive in Piraeus. Frustratingly, we are held in a queue for ten minutes but eventually dock and spill out in to the slightly chilly, Athens evening air. A short walk to the Metro Station and twenty Minutes to Syndagma Square. Our Hotel is five minutes walk away. En route, we call at a periptero and buy our first newspaper for ten days. What a delight!

No dinner tonight just coffee and biscuits. Bath & Bed.

17^thApril, 2009

Delightful day in Athens. After a gargatuan breakfast, we go to an internet cafe near the hotel and catch up on news, emails, gossip, everything. It is Greek Easter Friday and all the shops are closing early but Pauline manages to fit one or two in on Oxford (Ermou) Street. Breakfast lasts us throughout the day but in the evening we walk up towards the Acropolis to one of our favourite restaurants. It is so warm we sit outside. We share a Greek Salad and then Pauline has Veal with potatoes while I have Loin of Cod with Garlic Sauce and rosemary. It is washed down with a lovely half litre of Red Wine. (The management send us another half litre free.) We are given a plate of sliced fresh fruit gratis at the end.

Trudging back to the Hotel, we pick up a copy of The Times (£2.50) and make a cup of coffee while we discuss the news. Bath & Bed.

18^thApril, 2009

Leaving days are always strange.