Water turned off for four hours yesterday for servicing. Came on not much later than predicted' except that we and two other (actually unoccupied) flats were left with only hot water. No cold. Apparently crud from the old lines has been dislodged and is blocking pipes - and we're now on the lowest floor of flats so gravity has prevailed. Seems at first preferable to the opposite. True, the toilet normally uses cold, but quite possible to fill the small wash tub with hot, let it cool, and leave in readiness for the next flush. More important, showering with no cold in the mix even less desirable than with no hot. Not even redeeming aspect of virtue, to which I do not in any case aspire. Plumber promises return visit today.
J and I to Lidl where French Merlot is on sale 6 bottles for €20 (£10.65, $18.30 CAD). The last wine we bought there on sale was more than drinkable, so worth the gamble. By the time we're back the flat has been cleaned, small bed in the corner which we'd rather liked gone (carpet which we didn't want disappeared on the weekend) and cold water on tap.
Evening meze at the Blacksmith restaurant. Very carnivore, despite large salad, as Cypriots typically prefer, but interesting. No hope of finishing the fourteen dishes, so Ailsa and Harry's animals will do well.
