Postman and potted plants
Has been a busy few days. Arrivals to the villas in Coral Bay and Peyia, has started in earnest, so we’re experiencing long days and longer nights, (last nights arrival was 4.30 am – due 22.10pm day before), so are starting to show signs of tiredness. (I keep telling friends I’m fine when they say I look tired: its just I’m at the age where my spirits and humour wake up but my face doesn’t!).
Anyway, we’ve got lovely thingsheader=Postman and potted plants, Has been a busy few days. Arrivals to the villas in Coral Bay and Peyia, has started in earnest, so we’re experiencing long days and longer nights, (last nights arrival was 4.30 am – due 22.10pm day before), so are starting to show signs of tiredness. (I keep telling friends I’m fine when they , “offered” to take said plant from the man (in a sort of doggy teeth showing, tongue hanging out type of way ) – and the man handed the gift over to Jake.
Jake loved the plant and decided to take it for a walk around the pool: upside down of course (the plant, not Jake) and leaving a trail of soil everywhere. By the time we retrieved the plant, it looked very sad and Jake , very happy. A bit of water though and they are both well today.
Then, I called to the Kafenes (male cafe) , to buy some stamps to pay extortionate interest on only remaining credit card and Savvas, (owner of Kafenes – very male, very cuddly and very grumpy), promptly pushed passed me waving his arms saying “finished, finished” and left me standing clutching my letter and one euro! Luckily, a friend of ours was “taking coffee” _ (well, it was afternoon, he is Cypriot and he’d only have to talk to his wife if he went home!), so he explained to me that Savvas had had enough of selling stamps/ acting as a post office and not getting paid.
Worse, Savvas was sick and tired of rude, bad tempered English people coming into the Kafenes and shouting at him when he was serving coffee first and they wanted to buy stamps – AND the post office hadn’t paid him a penny!
I don’t blame Savvas- and I’m very annoyed (as I often am) by the English who move here and try to throw their not inconsiderable ) weight around. Savvas is Cypriot: north of 50 and runs a Kafenes: that he tried to help out in a changing village is laudable. That English caused him grief, is terrible.
Savvas and I are friends, so we shook hands when he returned; I told him that we appreciated him very much and that we’d call to have coffee with him…….
But apparently I’m not invited coz I’m female but Tony can call in anytime!.
C’est la vie! maybe I’ll just walk plants around the pool with Jake instead and leave the local men to their coffee.
My post? No idea! I’d ring to pay the card online but its in joint names and I’m the “female/lesser” name on it so cannot undertake any transactions……………..except shopping!
Now, THERES a thought!……………………………………………………………………