Settling in. Interesting the pluses and minuses of each place we stay. This flat not much larger than Gazimagusa in square footage (oddly, can think in metric in terms of length but area seems to produce bizarrely small numbers) but much more liveable. Actually the living/dining area has four easy chairs and four pretty solid straight backed upholstered chairs for the table. Could hold a pretty fair sized gathering here were one so inclined, and that’s without pressing the sheet covered mattress into dubious service. Well, still here New Year’s Eve.
Return the non functional toaster to the maid. Some mild guilt because well beyond my half dozen words of Greek to explain that there is a probable short in it and it sometimes but not always blows a fuse killing all the electrics in the apartment. Good? she asks. No good. Change. This will result in our getting a different (new would be overstating it) toaster, but suspect defective small appliances just end up in a store room from whence they are eventually redistributed to future unsuspecting guests. The translation problem reminds me of a discussion with a hotel employee in Paris regarding a defective television. That time the conversation, in French, centred on whether the tv genuinely did not work or whether we had misunderstood the instructions. Ending when I finally said kaput and we both laughed. Apparently international. Could have explained in English about the probable short to the evening desk man except this would have entailed explaining that we know toaster is the culprit because J has own set of screwdrivers and is perfectly capable of removing cover from “never touch this” panel and resetting fuse without assistance. So no good it is.
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