Thunder and lightning, visible through the curtains at 6 a.m. this morning, but by the time we get up the sky is an innocent blue. And the temperature rises to 20 degrees - 26 in the sun - though it does cloud over later.
I stop at the charity shop, presided over by a large and motherly englishwoman. A customer, a thin middle aged woman with blonde hair, possibly not naturally so, asks tentatively if she could dye her hair grey by using household bleach. "Somebody said yo could and it would be inexpensive." I´m still wondering why one would choose to do this and only two possibilities come to mind - returning it to its natural colour or playng an elderly character in a play. The mother figure is firm. She definitely cannot use household bleach; she´s to go to the Smart store where she can buy hair colouring for only three euros, very reasonable. The timid woman continues: would jewellery be ageing? No, no, says Mother; it brighterns you up. As I leave she is studying the plastic earrings wistfully.
I come in to the flat as one of the cleaners is leaving. The other, not hearing me, continues taking advantage of the good natural light on the dressing table mirror to examine her spots at length.
Construction in Cyprus often uses quite different, even baffling methods. So, out the window we see a fork lift affair loading gravel into a flat via the first floor (read 2nd floor in North America) balcony.
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