the cleaners open up the store room and we find the rest of our 'stores' - one box having been deliverd to our room before we arrived. The microwave is there and the folding rack for drying clothes, as well as a large box tied with a bungee cord and full of surprises. Well, some we remember leaving - like the radio, the large pot and the metal toasting rack for the cooker burner, and our black coffee cups. But there are plenty of other things - the table cloth, our candelabra (menorah style and made of wrought iron, salvaged by J on the street one year), the greek dictionary and the homemade christmas decorations which J soon has untangled for stringing from the lamps and in the archway.
Over to the cah point which (unlike last night) is working and then to Metro supermarket to begin stocking up. The pre-Christmas liquor sales are on, so we treat ourselves to a celebratory bottle of local brandy. The girl who works at the bakery remembers us and finds one of her few English words - welcome. After lunch we go to the shops north of us - Smart for wine, Elomas for almonds, and Prinos for fruit - clementines, bananas, apples and a lemon - and vegetables - onions, broccoli, courgettes, aubergines, carrots, peppers and mushrooms. So home to make a curry. It's all right, but much too soon after Jean's for us to think it's really good.
Eleven fifty-two p.m. receive a text from Maggi, dater 6:30 a.m. today, suggesting we all go to dinner. Lost in some telephoic limbo, as she no doubt wondered at our rudeness.
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