An irregular, irreverent, post-modern account of the surreal, the ordinary, and the bizarre happenings on and around the Felia lavender farm in Crete

Thursday, April 27, 2006


Having dropped G off at the hairdresser the morning I waved to Sophocles who was getting into his pick-up truck outside the offices of the Demos. At home I rang Adonis who will be servicing the car this weekend and when we went for a coffee we got a lovely warm greeting from Elektra who works the till in the I N K A supermarket next door. If only Kalliope or Olympia or Aphrodite had turned up. Ever feel that you might be living in different times? We do.

1 comment:

  1. Anyone who has lived in Cornwall knows the feeling! Except for most of the indigenous, that is; most of them are too inbred and backward to know any better.