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Thursday, 8 December 2011

Thursday, December 8/2011

We've been in Larnaca for a week, though it feels like longer, probably because it's only eight months since we left the flat. Major thunder and lightning in the night, but nothing left of the storm but damp roads and a bruised sky in the morning.

The cleaner changes the sheets and towels this morning. I point out a stain on the bedspread, implying (I hope) that it too might well be changed. She's all smiles. Nai, nai, nai. It takes me a second to remember that nai (though pronounced nay) means yes in Greek. And the change is effected.

The same woman was enormously pleased to see us when we returned. But, as her lack of English is about as complete as my lack of Greek, we spent a rather awkward ride in the lift to the fourth floor. There's only so much grinning and nodding one can do before resorting to staring at the elevator buttons.