Month: September 2020

We have had a fantastic first few weeks here, my totally bonkers cousin and her eternally patient husband came and stayed down the road which made it seem so much more like home, we spent the entire week laughing, the weather, food and alcohol were all in perfect order and R made a new best friend, we miss them like crazy and can’t wait for them to come back!

We were warned of a cyclone, we battened down the hatches and waited. Nothing happened until two nights ago, by which time we had lost interest in being careful and I had left the washing out and the cushions on the sun beds.  We were woken at 3am by the loudest thunder I have ever heard so I ran outside and brought the washing in.  What followed was  biblical rain, luckily without any real damage to the island.

We did discover, however, that our house leaks quite effectively, apparently the roof isn’t on properly.  We have moved our bed to the middle of the room and have a bucket behind it in the manner of Chinese torture.  The walls were wet and the floor was covered with decorative little puddles, a particularly big puddle by the front door had formed a little river.  Luckily our lovely angel  who is staying for a little rest and relaxation, was spared the indoor downpour  but was very helpful with the mopping up.  The courgettes and beans were not very happy about the hail.

I am currently waiting for the arrival of my grandson (and his parents) I tracked their flight which went round and round the airport for 15 minutes before it landed, I felt totally unconcerned………….

We have promised them a sunny and carefree month on this lovely island.  The rain started again five minutes ago.

 

We landed in Corfu on the 10th August, as I watched the sun rise from the top bunk of our cabin on the ferry I realised I had been woken by a dog barking next door.  As dogs are not allowed in the cabins I knew we had to be quick and get Sunny back on deck before he decided to wake up and join the morning chorus.

All went smoothly upon arrival as we’d filled in all the appropriate paperwork and didn’t need to quarantine, we left the port and made our way to our new home on the hill.

We have been here three weeks on Monday so we decided to unpack the last of our belongings, we have spent last two days donating and dumping things that seemed essential when we were packing.

My garden is growing ferociously, beans are half way up the sticks, courgettes and gherkins are twice as big as they would be in three weeks at home but the most exciting are the pineapple melons.  (While I was spending my mornings rocking a pram with my foot I surfed the net searching for seeds that would be happy here. Therefore, approximately 100 packets of seeds came on the journey with us, including pineapple melons and other such exotics.)

The house is nearly sorted now, we don’t have any dining chairs but I am reliably informed that they will be with us in mid September, hopefully they’ll be here before Christmas.  R is finishing some table tops for the garden that have been made at the local timber yard, again I’m hopeful for December.

There is a lake opposite the house and apparently there are coypu and otters in there, we’ve got a little table and chairs so you can sit and watch through the binoculars.  It’s nearly the end of the cicada season so its quieter during the day now, I have to confess that I’m a little disappointed because when you open the door to get out of the car it sounds like a massive crowd cheering their heads off and I feel the need to bow!  I’m sitting on my bed in my newly tidied bedroom with the doors open and the frogs singing to tell me it’s the end of the day.

I’m slowly teaching Sunny to swim, he got his 25 metre badge yesterday.