…then you’d only have been embarrassed by my absolute delight over seeing pomegranates. And I don’t just get excited the once I’m afraid, so if you’re unfortunate enough to be in the car with me while driving on Evia, for instance, you will have had the Great Pomegranate Commentary. (Oh look pomegranates, oh there’s more pomegranates, aren’t they lovely, look pomegranates -put on a loop tape) But it really is exciting because they’re pomegranates and they grow wild. Yes, I know they’re impossible to eat and not actually that nice but they grow on trees. On trees, I’m telling you. Do you want to know about the pistachio nut trees? Are you sure?
Apart from exotica on trees life goes along exactly as usual and to show just how much as usual it is, today we have yet another national strike which is where everyone goes on strike together. This is different to other days where only one sector goes on strike at at time. To be honest as an expat living in my privileged cocoon the strikes don’t make too big a difference to my day because most of the time no one works properly anyway but it must wear thin if you’re ill, have children or need to make your own arrangements with government departments.
The next exciting thing in my big book of exciting things is the Greek wedding that I’m going to next week. It seems very civilised; we turn up to the church in the evening then the bride and groom disappear for the wedding photographs while the guests go off to where the reception is being held where they get to start eating and drinking. Eventually the bridge and groom will have had enough photographs to grace the frames of every relative from here to Thesalonika and they’ll come to the reception where we have phase 2 of eating and drinking. Eating and drinking goes on until the small hours when the dancing and drinking starts. Then the eating starts again and then it’s carriages at dawn. Evidently it’s impossible to overdress for a Greek wedding although I’m going to do my level best.