Living in Peyia, Cyprus
Tony and I were talking earlier this morning, while laying in bed enjoying our first cup of tea of the day. With Barney T Rubble and Molly Mou calmly sleeping at either side of the bed, we were discussing our dreams for the future – or rather, I was talking while Tony was trying to look at the footie results on his ipad!
“I’d like to live in a village, high in the hills, where I could hear the bells chime in the mornings; where the goats climb the hill; where life is gentle and calm and the people are friendly and happy…”, I was telling Tony.
“Look out of the window”, came the reply. “you are here”.
Whoops! ….the grass obviously isn’t greener than Peyia, Cyprus! Sometimes you don’t hear the bells for the dogs, so to speak!