Thursday, March 7/2013

Over to the convent nursing home (Italian Franciscan sisters) to see Margaret, taking a jar of lemon curd, which, she says, is impossible to buy in Cyprus. Once again the convent seems peaceful but very lonely. And, as Margaret points out, the cupboards in the rooms have locks but the same keys open everyone's. A cheerful girl comes by and brings us all tea. There's a fridge in the room covered with magnets - mementos of all her travels with her late husband Charlie. Most of the rest of her things, she says, disappeared after her accident - furniture, coats, and even money. She doesn't know how to pursue it - nor, really, do we.