Thursday, March 17/2016

Thursday. St Patrick's Day. Also Maggi's birthday. So we invite her for late lunch (early supper, whatever) at the Holy Cow. Hotel owner Andreas' son number one's venture. It seems to have been quite successful, in a yuppyish way. Not at all traditional Cypriot, but appealing to a younger crowd and with some slightly more sophisticated offerings. So my grilled chicken and brie sandwich has fig confit on it and J's sandwich has sliced avocado as well as the chicken and gammon. Send M home - or more accurately off to her Greek class - with a jar of lemon curd I made in the morning. Admire her persistence with Greek. She says, possibly accurately, that she'll never be fluent, but she can manage simple conversations with neighbours, tradespeople, etc, which is well beyond anything we can do.