Sunday, December 9/2012

Maggi down from Larnaca for an overnight visit. She brings her sleeping bag and a small suitcase, which we bring in discreetly at dusk, lest overnight guests prove to be a chargeable offence. First time we've seen her since Magne's death, and she's now in the process of applying for permanent resident status in Cyprus and has rented a flat as of February, so plenty to talk about. We walk toward the harbour in search of lunch. There's a pub called The First and Last a little more than half way - about a ten minute walk - that always seems to do a thriving business with expats, and advertises an attractive looking Sunday lunch. Definitely English and not Greek, but it more than lives up to its promise - leg of lamb each, roast and mashed potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, cauliflower with cheese, cabbage, and lots of gravy. Takes long enough we've been making jokes about having to wait until someone ordered the fourth leg, but very well worth the wait.