The hotter the weather, the more difficult it is to write and so I am making the supreme sacrifice.
Domestically our lives are much as before ... although Ann’s improving health is a delight. But trying to stop her from overdoing things is proving a struggle. She admits that her furniture-moving days are behind her but I still find her doing things of which I disapprove, and which she knows that she should not be doing.
With summer having fully arrived, the swimming pool is proving to be worth its weight in gold and the sheer joy of being in relatively cool water never ceases to amaze me. Our pool man comes twice a week and the water is perfect. I looked after our pool until this year, but feeling the need to vacuum it and test the water in 30°C + is greatly overrated. For those following in our footsteps, and who are trying to make up their minds about a pool, it is a difficult decision to make. It is expensive but joyful. If you can afford it, then budget for a pool man. After all, you’re not planning to come to Cyprus to work.
The new health system here, GESY, takes some getting used to. We registered with a “Personal Doctor” and then the gates of the new system are flung wide. Teething problems abound, as one would expect, but we are coping. The UK government are supposed to be funding our healthcare but a disorderly Brexit may mean all bets are off. Only time will tell.
We bought a new bbq on Monday and Ann persevered with its construction. It came with no instructions - just an exploded diagram. It was all Greek to me ... possibly because all the parts are labelled in Greek. This will be in use in the next couple of days, and my mouth is watering at the prospect. We picked up a couple of bbq recipe books in a charity shop a few weeks ago and one was full of delicious ideas.
As readers of this blog might guess, the election (if you can call it that) of Boris Johnson as PM is both ludicrous and horrifying at the same time. The men and women of stature in political terms seem to have vanished as the years have rolled by. We are left with mendacious pygmies at the helm. I trust they find the time to consider what is best for the UK in between filling in their expense forms.
For a fuller understanding of my feelings, just check the lyrics of Bob Dylan’s famous song.
