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| Small praying mantis on John’s arm |
Division of labour this afternoon. J stays home to monitor the work of the plumber. I, no doubt influenced by life in Sioux Lookout, have quiet reservations about the probable competence of a plumber who appears within a day of being requested. If he were any good surely he would be unavailable for weeks, not that I’m hoping for this. Language is the chief problem but remember our experience in Famagusta when J gleaned an enormous amount of information from a unilingual Turkish plumber and I concluded that they both spoke handyman.
I meanwhile take on the onerous responsibility of walking down to the Blue Song, meeting up with our old crew and catching up on the latest. Enjoying a beer in the hot sun. A tiny (baby?) praying mantis lands on John’s arm and stays long enough to have its picture taken. They are apparently related to cockroaches, but much more appealing.
There are bottles of homemade olive oil for sale inside. Try to ascertain the difference between the darker and lighter but the young man at the bar says none. Suspect he means in price but in any case he probably doesn’t know a lot about olive oil quality even if he did have a broader English vocabulary. Buy a litre anyway. Local olive oil is normally good and we need it.
Home to find that we now have running water with decent pressure. Furthermore pump to be replaced. Yes, the one J told building owner a year ago wouldn’t last if not serviced. And a surfeit of promises for other less pressing repairs. Optimistic if not fully convinced.
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