SWEPT UNDER THE CARPET

The dusty heat of Summer has passed and the last few weeks have been wonderful. Clear, bright skies and a cool breeze to lull us into activity as the tourist activity of Summer closes and Autumn opens its doors to us. Leaves are dropping from the mulberry tree outside the porch and the grape vine along the fence. This involves a lot of sweeping day by day. There have been just a couple of light showers to fool the garden plants into thinking that it is Spring again and for new green leaves to shoot up here and there.

Driving back from town, we are halted every now and then by herds of goats and sheep being led to winter pastures across the national road and the coolness helps us to welcome the pauses and to stop and have a good look around us. The local authorities have also taken the opportunity to paint white lines along the road and there seem to be far more double white lines than before. Hopefully, people will be persuaded to overtake only when safe to do so. Rumour has it that the Police catching motorists ignoring the road markings have their number plates ripped off the car and face enormous fines. So, just … not … worth … it. Until last week, the roads were still full of hire cars and tourist coaches and it is the first year I have experienced rush hour traffic in Crete. There was absolutely no point in overtaking, since the roads were full of lines of traffic all the way to Rethymno.

This week things are quieter and we can get into the car parks. Aqua aerobics has finished for the year as the hotel swimming pool has closed up and other forms of exercise are in the planning stage. Outside the shops, the summer fair of inflatable beach toys, sun hats and flip flops have been taken in and the shops are getting out their winter stocks of hats, scarves, leather coats and boots! The hardware shops which displayed hoses, garden pots, watering cans and green netting now have hauled out tree loppers, rakes, olive and fruit pickers, roof paint and gum boots. Yes, the seasons move on again. Somehow, each new season in Crete brings welcome change to look forward to. The hotels and cafes will close so that people can harvest their olive trees.

I have had many a pause in the garden or the roof to sweep up falling leaves and ponder on the misty views across the Geropotamos valley and at Mount Psiloritis. My meanderings, however, have been less on the magic of nature and more on the poor quality of sweeping implements! My favourite broom went missing after the roof painting weekend and I was ridiculously miffed because it had taken many forays to far-flung emporia to find it. I was left with a feeble excuse for a broom as a swap, which was barely fit for purpose and I now need to start the whole frustrating broom search all over again. I don't want to labour the point, but brooms, buckets, dustpans and all such articles here for which any Greek housewife will need on a daily basis are pretty useless. Poor design, plastic which degrades in the heat, broom handles which rust away within months and packaged sets of brooms which do not fit together with their 'matching' dustpans. If anyone wanted to start a new business redesigning all these articles to keep the dirt and dust at bay and making them of decent quality, they could “clean up” ha ha ha. Just saying! And don't get me on to the subject of mop buckets. Three stand in a sad line, all broken or imperfect in one way or another! I just shudder about all that plastic used to make things that don't do the job properly and then remain somewhere, taking up space for evermore. If only we could melt them all down and make house-ware that is more functional and fit for purpose! Well I had to have a whinge about something!

Our miniature olive tree on the roof terrace has a tiny crop of fruit beginning to turn purple, the roof has been re-coated with waterproof paint and the pallets are down in the porch, ready for our first delivery of fire wood. Today, I unfurled the winter rugs (which are cleaned, moth proofed and rolled up during the summer along with heavy blankets) so that the floors can be swept and cleaned free of sandy dust which blows through the house in summer. I've defied personal tradition, which has escaped me so far in retirement, by making and jarring up Christmas mincemeat to get nice and mature by the time Christmas gets here! Preliminary tasting tells me that it needs a little more brandy, but that can wait until later.

As Mr C was embroiled in the Rugby World Cup, a quick visit to drink a hot chocolate at Vinzi's overlooking the harbour in Panormo today was a lovely outing. Just warm enough not to need a cardy, but cool enough to be comfortable and watch the fishing boats reflected in the still water and the last remnants of tourists sunbathing and swimming. We will all enjoy these last magical days before the winter storms begin in earnest!

I was determined to complete a blog without the Br*%!t word and have just about achieved it. In this respect, I've resorted to prayer now!

Keep warm and dry wherever you are!

RUNNING OUT OF TIME

Outside the house a furious gale force buffeting of wind is throwing things about and the power is dipping on and off as electricity wires are momentarily touching and cutting off the supply. I have been in and out tying things down, retrieving umbrellas, removing sun blinds and closing shutters to keep most of the furious onslaught of hot winds from the south at bay. However, inside the house everything that is not fixed down is swaying about and the noise is a bit scary! We will await going out and about for an hour or two, to see if things calm down a bit. I wonder if this is one of the tails of the hurricanes which have been in the news.

Mr C and Mrs C are enjoying some down time after a bit of a squash. A crisis situation in the UK brought a brother to stay for a couple of weeks to bridge the gap between looking for somewhere to live and pension arriving in the bank. Housing in the UK has become so prohibitive lately. We all spent a couple of days scouring internet sites with him looking for affordable places to rent which were few and far between.

This does not bode well for many pensioners here. The most recent posting from Gov.UK  (via the British Embassy) informed us definitively that S1 health funding would only be available for 6 months after Brexit. The rush of people returning to the UK for life-saving medication and health care will be an extra crisis for the local authorities to handle with little or no funding from central government. After the kindness we have received from the Greek system in spite of their financial difficulties, the attitude of the British Government has been chilling and I feel ashamed of what is happening. This is not the Britain I grew up in post WWII, these are not the values I hold dear, how can all this be? Everyone seems to be so frightened of mob rule that they are adopting a regime to encompass the line of least resistance, so that the country is to be run by tax evading mobsters instead of some statesmen holding firm with any sort of moral compass. I can barely believe it. I have now turned off and blocked all news from Gov.UK, because it has become a list of threats and no help to us.

While my brother was with us, we discussed Philotimo. A wonderful Greek concept of help, love, support for others without any expectation of reward. Entrenched within the Greek national tradition in their quiet and noble way, the Greek people we know demonstrate this trait and show their welcome and hospitality as naturally as breathing. We do hope some of it rubs off on us in the time we are here among them. We intend to stay put as long as we possibly can!

We have been trying to ignore Facebook and the Six O'Clock News, but things are now closing in on us. The folk who tried to live in a warmer climate and eke out a modest pension in their senior years are being denied what they paid into for all their working lives unless they return to the UK. The drop in the pound has made the cost of living higher here, even though Greek costs have stayed the same, our doctors and access to medication will cease and many of us will be forced to leave our homes here because of Brexit. If those at home are having a bad time already and think “Huh, serves them right!”, just remember that a new mass influx of elderly, homeless and poorly will make things worse for everybody in the UK. The housing crisis will not improve. Hospitals will still be under stress without access to medical professionals from Europe who have gone home in droves. None of this will be an improvement for the man in the street. The only people to win from this will be rich and super rich people who trade on the foreign exchange markets or who keep their mega bucks in off shore accounts and don't pay taxes. If they had been forced to pay tax (as the EU had recommended) it would have helped to cover the costs of schools, roads, hospitals and infrastructure. Avoiding paying tax by all the giants of industry, commerce and the media is what all this push for Brexit has really been about.

Don't be fooled, we have all been ripped off and so much damage done to our country in the process but there is always hope. My hope is that Britain resists threats from the mob, stands firm in the tradition of free speech in parliament and overcomes, confuses and confounds any malign forces that would try to destroy all that is truthful, responsible and right. 

In spite of all this pontificating, the wind is still gusting outside, the power twitching and the router needs rebooting for the third time today! Keep safe!