Wedding 2

SUMMER CELEBRATIONS

Humble apologies for the delay in blog posts.  Google Mail seem to have created mayhem at the Blogger headquarters and caused all sorts of log in problems for would be bloggers.  After changing all sorts of pages and profiles and getting nowhere, I have approached it from an alternative browser which sorted out the problem immediately.  If the appearance is grossly altered, I will send my sorries in advance.  I am unable to see the whole page of the blog any more so I may just have to post a lot of photos on a separate post.

We are spending the hot summer weeks in the UK.  We are trying not to think about the consequences for us of a no deal Brexit.  We feel amazed by everyone in the UK as everyone here seems completely oblivious to the outcome for our nation, but we have learned not to raise the issue.  I walked past a stand at the Farmers Market emblazoned with pale blue Brexit Party regalia and had to turn my face the other way so that I didn’t start an argument.  They didn’t seem to have any interest in their publicity as people were way too engrossed in pork pies and beeswax candles.

We have been doing much more interesting things in Stone and in the Peak District.  Pa Crozier had to return last week to Crete to catch up with medical scans and stuff but Ma Crozier is enjoying welcome coolth and drizzle with enough sunny intervals to make life interesting.  Mr C so enjoyed a little break sitting beside the Canal at the Star Inn gongoozling the narrow boats as they negotiated the lock and we were enchanted by the metal clanking of the steel cogs which turned the  sluices and worked to make the lock gates open and close.  The sun was strong and the small electric scooter bought for him earlier in the year worked out well for local running about on smooth UK pavements. (It would be hopeless on Cretan tracks!)

Leo and Harri’s wedding in the Peak District was a wonderful weekend which brought together all the family from all over the world.  They had event planned it beautifully with a fish and chip supper on our arrival on Thursday, a groomsmen’s BBQ on Friday with rounders and football matches.  There was a really difficult quiz on a wedding theme later on that night.  The big event on Saturday needed to be held indoors due to cloud and misty rain, but the sun came out after the ceremony so that all the photos could take place in the sunshine.  We had a lovely time.

The cake was made by the mothers of happy couple and a sister from NZ.  It worked well and looked lovely.  The decor had been envisioned by Harri, the bride and with long fronds of ivy, rose petals and long lace runners on the refectory tables looked simple and lovely.  Yours truly made a few hundred metres of bunting, which also looked surprisingly cheery.  It was a real combined effort.  If I can’t put too many photos on this page, I will post another blog after this!

BUSY BEES!

 We are just getting our house back to rights after the painter spent a day scraping and recoating the ceiling and walls. The winter storms caused so much damage in Crete this year that many of our friends are waiting for the builders or decorators to mend and renovate walls, roadways and ceilings. Whenever we get the chance to meet up, we are all exchanging tales of all the work which needs doing, and how hard it is to get everything done! However, I have painted the downstairs bedroom wall (tick) and the patch of peeling paint at the foot of the stairs. (tick, tick) I still have the bathroom roof outside and ceiling inside to paint before July. And our house got off lightly!

We visited a favourite taverna on the edge of the sea yesterday … Bar Eleven. (Not sure of the origin of this name but it has always been a favourite haunt for Ladies Lunches.) The two day cyclone in the winter swept flood waters down the mountains, destroyed road bridges and by the time the torrents reached Bar Eleven on the mouth of the river, the flood waters swept away most of the taverna with it. They have completely rebuilt the seating and outside area and, newly landscaped, it looks wonderful but must have cost a small fortune. We gathered on its first day of opening to celebrate the 1^st June in the beginnings of sunshine. We are still not in Summer weather, even now. The skies are heavy with dust and mist each morning, but we are opening windows, cleaning away layers of grime, putting in the mosquito screens and emerging like timid butterflies from our winter coverings. The UK in the meantime, we hear, is still enjoying our weather!

It is almost easier to ignore any news coming from the UK now. I had a huge argument with the powers that be at our UK borough council and the un-charming (= rude) person on the end of the phone who wanted to erase me from the electoral register and deny me a vote. If ever there was an indication of what an unpleasant time EU nationals are having in Britain these days, this was it. I did not get to vote in EU elections, even though I am entitled to in every way, was frustrated by obstruction and obfuscation at the town hall. Elections took place in Greece too last weekend, but not knowing the language or anything about Greek politics, it seemed better to stick to the election process I am familiar with - thus losing any chance of a vote.  I live and learn!.  

On the plus side, we have been trying a new regime of medication for Pa Crozier because his previous meds were not working. We have to jump through a lot of hoops to get the prescriptions fulfilled, but the local health authorities are being very kind to us as the pills are eye-poppingly expensive. I feel as if I need an armed guard with me when I go to pick them up from the health insurance office. We are juggling with maths, calendars and counting pills to try and work out how to get four weeks off for Pa Crozier in England for Leo and Harri's wedding. We keep looking at our mid-riffs and hoping that all our clothes will fit. Cretan food is certainly very fattening and our enforced incarceration during the winter has made exercise much more difficult.

The tourists are here in large numbers, much increased traffic on the national road, beaches full of sunbathers and swimmers and the towns busy with pedestrians. Our garden came back to life with great panache as the warm weather returned and the hibiscus bush is offering large red blooms new each morning along with the jasmine bush and the bay tree. I can't keep up with the grape vine trying to stop too many new shoots from stealing all the goodness from the grapes which are forming under the canopy of vine leaves. Up on the terrace, I managed to put up the rather faded old umbrella, which had rested for a year or two while we looked for a heavy duty umbrella stand. It now gives us lovely shade and is firmly anchored with five guy lines to keep it from parachuting off the terrace in strong gusts of wind. In the long line of “things to do” is a collection of old tiles which I want to break up to make a mosaic table top. I am in need of the right materials to make the table top permanently sealed before any progress can be made. Visits to the paint shop are quite tricky in Greece because none of the materials do quite the same job or have the constituents we are used to. A paint called Monotiko, (translated as insulating) does not immediately make sense to the unwary.

I am tasked with making a large carrot cake as part of the wedding day preparations. I have been practising this and the resulting cake made for the CIC Fund Raiser at Camping Elizabeth sold out very quickly. Yum! I am just praying that the final effort for the big day works just as well. Converting ingredients for 2 x 9 inch cakes to 3 x 10 inch has exercised a lot of grey matter!   My suitcase will look odd with cooking cup measures, cake lifters, wedding clothes and rose petal confetti (gathered from next door's garden) tucked away in the corners. Thank goodness my hat is already in England. Pa Crozier will be in a suit for the first time in YEARS! Let's hope it all fits!

Busy, busy, busy!

Kalo mina from Crete!

SPRING TONIC

Easter shop window at the Confectioners

It's Sunday morning and the birds are chirruping loudly outside in the sunshine, the swallows have returned to Crete and we can at last begin to believe that this long, hard winter is over. We have had five bouts of fearful cyclonic rain over the course of the winter months, three of which have caused major damage to roads, homes and bridges. The walls of the old stone houses close to us in our village all look washed down, dilapidated and in need of some attention.  Meanwhile, I have been around the house with my notebook listing items which need to be dealt with after a major leak in the kitchen and bathroom roof and around the window frames upstairs which poured down the walls, through the floorboards and across the floor of the living room downstairs. As all the floors at ground level are stone or tiles, leaks were easy to mop up for a few days but the house will need a lot of attention this year – mending outside and decorating inside. Lots of people have also been stricken with a horrible bout of flu too this winter and we all need a tonic to pick us back up and put some good and vital energy into us.

Anyway, we can open the shutters, start sweeping away the debris and watch with anticipation as little green shoots start to appear on what until now has seemed to be old dead wood! Our geraniums look much happier after the deluge and the Easter lily in the corner of the front yard is coming into bloom. There are an awful lot of snails though, which are being picked off our precious plants and being given flying lessons!

At the end of March, I flew to the UK for a funeral and Mother's Day in England, and enjoyed fabulously warm Spring sunshine which we had been missing further south! My feeling is that global warming is interfering with all normal weather patterns and beginning to cause havoc in many parts of the planet. Dealing with this is much more important than dreary old Brexit. As we have no chance of having our opinion heard as Brits in Europe and no control over the outcome of any beleaguered government, we are trying not to lose interest. Our visit by the British Vice Consul was helpful, the talk by the local Mayor and Chief of Police even more so as they made us feel as if all the British settlers would not be hung out to dry on their own but would still be welcome here in Crete, at any rate. Whether the governments involved sort out reciprocity of social care and health provision is not yet settled in full, but the consultation left us feeling much more hopeful. Lord, what a mess, but the Greeks still want to be friends in spite of everything!

Vinzi's Coffee Shop in Panormo opened on Friday although when we went for coffee and shopping on Saturday, there were not many people around. Panormo seems to be going through a building spree with heaps of new villas going up blocking views of the sea. I hope they know when to stop and don't spoil what was always a lovely resort. Overkill would be a great shame and even now I find high season much too busy to be enjoyable. In any event, nowhere should be short of water this summer!

Our lovely Greek classes with helpful Greek post graduates at Achlade came to an end because the ladies had eventually found paid work and couldn't spare the time any more. Sad for us, but great news and we were all happy for them. As a result of this, we have started a “Do it yourself” class at our local village Kafeneon with books from the Hellenic Bookshop (in London), which we can work through at our own pace. It is slow going, but we need to keep revising what we have previously learned because our old, slow brains need constant jogging! The bookshop said that they knew the author of the book and would love to get feedback to pass on to him, so we will be taking a photo of us at work and emailing it to him next Tuesday.

I was so upset that three parcels of knitted goods made for refugees in Lesvos, which we had hoped would be helpful in the winter just past, were returned to me and others in our group had the same experience. I feel that the Post Office may be making its own protest about the situation there which is hard for the refugees and more than costly for the locals whose tourist aspirations are suffering. Makers are having to rethink their strategy also as their Arts Cafe closed this year and we have not found another venue nearly as practical. So much change! Dealing with change seems to be par for the course at this stage of life but let's hope that it is transformative!

Best wishes for a very Happy Easter! Kalo Pasca!

*  A few days delayed in posting as we have had internet problems!

ACTION STATIONS

Whilst all our friends and family basked in wonderful February weather in the UK, the shift in weather patterns brought two weather systems to Crete with dire consequences. The ground already waterlogged by weeks of rain (on and off since November) came under a very cold snap first and then the most vicious cyclone on Monday and Tuesday this week which caused widespread damage over the whole island to roads, bridges, water services (to add insult to injury). Inside our house, the noise of thunder and lightning kept us awake for two days and nights while we tried to keep the force of water cascading into the house around the window frames and through the kitchen and bathroom ceilings at bay. The tiled terrace above the kitchen was a paddling pool and swooshing the floodwaters with a pool bungee mop towards the drain holes had no effect whatsoever since the rain was cascading down faster than I could sweep and even a few seconds in the open air soaked us to the skin. We kept thinking that it was too heavy and severe to last, but it just kept on going! We have layers of plastic, old towels and plastic bowls and containers lining the trouble spots.

Weather Map from local paper!

Our friendly builder was overwhelmed with requests for help, but he hasn't been able to get to us yet and we have had the mops out and the dehumidifier going to help dry out the ceilings and floorboards. It was bliss when the sun came out this morning even though the snow is thick on the mountains and the air is icy cold. We find out that our village – neither too high up nor too low down or on the sea front fared a lot better than other places. Lots of people were without power, phones and water for 3 or 4 days and the Municipality of Rethymno are working hard to sort out the pumping stations. All the valleys and gorges from the mountains couldn't cope with the torrents and the sea was brown with dislodged earth nearly to the horizon.

Dodging the rain, we spent a morning at the Police Station locally where we had to exchange our residence permits for others which denote settled status. We needed to collect information from our Accountant, Bank and take a Greek person with us. In the event, it all worked easily enough and our Greek friend smoothed the way for us with explanations. We just thought that we had had enough of bureaucracy for the time being when the Urology Specialist needed us to get a form signed at the Microbiology Clinic and then asked for all the reference numbers from passports, resident cards and health insurance books. Then the UK needed us to post back DWP forms to say that we were still alive, so we needed the Pharmacist to witness our signatures and queue up at the Post Office to send them back by registered post. However did we find time to go to work?

It is Carnival time and the beginning of Lent. I was surprised to see a young girl in Rethymnon with zombie make-up and a blood stains dripping from the side of her mouth! Not the harlequin colours, jolly coloured masks and fancy dress of past years. We were very shocked to open our front door after a loud banging while we were getting ready for bed last night. On the door step were two ghouls dressed entirely in black with face masks resembling 'the scream'. K completely freaked out and told them to leave in no uncertain terms and I had to remind him that it was Carnival time but in the past we have always gone to the carnival … it has never come to us before like trick or treating. I don't think the bods involved will ever come to our house again and we are a bit embarrassed that they may have been children of somebody we know. Oh dear! Sorry everybody!

Carnival Fancy dress shop

Today was the first fine Saturday for months and a good day to catch up with mounds of washing and housework which have been impossible to do while the storms were overhead. The vegetable van came for the first time since before Christmas and disgorged lovely greens, broccoli, beetroot and mushrooms for Lenten veggie fare. We are studying weather forecasts and can see another crop of rain tomorrow but after that the sunshine should prevail for a while. It will make the building work and mopping up operations much easier. The roads still show signs of stones and boulders which have been dislodged by the deluge but the hedgerows are carpets of yellow flowers looking wonderful when the sun is out.  Although all our flower pots are waterlogged and need to be emptied, the rainwater has brought many plants back to life and washed the house and car paintwork squeaky clean. It won't be long before the beaches will be cleared for the next tourist season of all the flotsam and jetsam. We have our work cut out!

Kalomina … the first-day-of-the-month greeting to wish everyone a happy March 2019!

WORST WINTER EVER

OK, it's official (in my book). This is the longest, nastiest, winter ever. We have had rain, more rain, freezing rain, power cut offs and regular soakings, colds and 'flu. And the bathroom roof leaks. Boo!

Mr Crozier had a nasty fall and damaged his ribs along with a badly cut leg. Having fallen when Ma Crozier was in town for the morning, he stayed on the floor until her return. Despite daily dressings, the cut did not heal and he ended up in hospital for a week on IV antibiotics and a minor clean up op. In case you don't know, families have to provide all the hands-on care in Greek hospitals. So that I was still doing all the daily dressings, washings, clothes changings and bed makings, but away from home in ghastly weather. So exhausting and a challenge to a mending ankle! Now home again, the rain keeps falling with thunder and lightning going on for hours and the router needs to be turned off at regular intervals inter-dispersed with lightning tripping out the power in between. We will soon be on to our third wood supply of the winter as the log burner is the only thing to stand between us and the elements without central heating and power supplies being so unreliable. ….... Any chance of help with winter fuel payments if you retire abroad?  No, not for us, although we paid for it along with everyone else. The prefecture of Chania declared a state of emergency as the storms were so bad.

Utterly, utterly ... had enough of this winter of discontent.

The backdrop to this is the need to get all sorts of documents that we never needed before to prepare for a possible hard Brexit. If the UK is no longer in the EU, none of our EU docs or UK docs will give sufficient security for us to be treated as we were before. Gov UK via the British Embassy, keep sending us emails to tell us of new information which are couched in 'government speak' and really difficult to sort out. Once you glean through the links and paragraphs, nothing seems any different from the last email. As a precaution, all our driving licences were surrendered and new Greek ones applied for at great cost. A trip to the Police Station to convert our existing residence permits to ones denoting settled status is 'strongly recommended'. Some Police Stations are welcoming and easy-going … but not ours. Our local Wild West Police Station is requiring all depth of jobsworth paper trails. We need five years of Accountant's certificates, house and land documents along with photos, passport copies, original permit and over 5 years of utility bills. We are all tearing about in between storm clouds and drenchings to comply with bureaucratic stuff. Our Accountant helped us with our documents and recommended taking a Greek person with us to act as a translator. We also realise that the IKA book, recently queued for and updated will necessitate another trip as Mr C's passport was renewed recently and the numbers will not add up. Greeks are frankly non-plussed by all this activity initiated by the UK, not Greek Government. Getting able bodied people backwards and forwards is irksome enough, but getting K up and down stairs to various offices is really difficult.  Joy it is not!

Half the filing cabinet to take with us ...

Such comings and goings to hospital with bags and supplies and the regular soakings resulted in the loss of my local bank card. I had moved so many bags, bowls, bandages and food backwards and forwards, I had no idea where it could be and turned every bag and basket upside down. So this resulted another queue at the Bank, a trip back to get an Accountant's certificate plus passport in order to cancel the lost card and get a new one. After lengthy queuing, the nice lady supplied me with a new card and just as I had signed various docs and packed all my papers away, she asked me for my mobile number. I reached into the phone pocket of my bag and just spotted an extra zip tucked away behind the flap – the little purse with my original bank card inside! Bother, bother, bother!

Perhaps this is a message about all the frenetic activity we are involved in at the moment. Nothing we can do or re-arrange is any better than what we have already. Just wasted, wasted effort for something so much worse for everyone!

B*!!*x to Brexit! Hopefully there will be an end to all this and life will settle down again.

We know that under the olive trees of our region are the yellow clovery flowers and anemones growing wild. We can't wait to get out of doors to enjoy them again.

Roll on Spring!

WORST CASE SCENARIO

It was with some regret that on Monday I surrendered my decades old clean UK driving licence to comply with local laws. I had hoped to keep my UK licence to use with an International Licence, but despite a visit to three post offices in England, whilst stuck with a broken ankle, I could not get to any of the ones dispensing licences.   So that was item one. Item two was medical cover for the next year which requires visits to the Accountant for a form and a second trip into town and a long queue at each place. Worried Brits in Europe are chasing their tails and trying not lose sleep about a situation which is entirely out of their control.

However, Ex-Pat life bordered on full scale panic mode this week as all our friends have been exchanging advice over swapping UK driving licences for Greek licences - with varying requirements according to your local town or village. Why? As the exchange renewal would no longer be automatic after a no-deal Brexit and none of us can face the ordeal of a Greek driving test or want to be stopped on the road with an invalid licence from a non-EU country, we were advised to act before March 29. We need to do our annual pilgrimage to the IKA Health Insurance Office to renew our books this week which would normally ensure health treatment for the next year. Now we do not know if and how long this cover will remain and how long we would survive here without health cover. This will certainly cease with no co-ordinated agreements and the situation is especially worrying as we all grow older and more vulnerable. In our case we are in the middle of cancer treatment and not sure how easy it would be to leave Greece so I am taking deep breaths and treading down the growing anxiety day by day.  Happily, the IKA Office renewed our books, so we are OK until next February.

The British Embassy keep emailing us complicated updates about contingency plans. It feels like Armageddon. We have been visiting dozens of offices about all these documents and permissions. We have been examining our residence permits to see if they are valid. The locals are frankly goggling at us wondering why we are renewing stuff that has not expired since the implications of Brexit mean nothing to them and they shrug when we say “Brexit”. Nobody I know here wanted it and few were given the option to vote. The local photographers are doing a roaring trade in all the passport photos needed for all these transactions. Photocopiers are working overtime on copies of passports and household bills to prove how long we have been here. We are spending hundreds of euros paying out for all these contingencies and not getting much sleep.  I have managed to have medicals and eye examinations also to back up the driving licence application.  It's all go!

Living as a UK pensioner in Greece after a Brexit with no deal will be hard for most and calamitous for many of us and I feel stressed at the waste of it all. The health care provision is the crunch point.  Without that cover which was automatic within the EU, many could not get private insurance and find themselves stranded with long term health care needs.  Trying to sell up would be extremely hard and other European buyers would certainly cash in on our self-induced fire sale wondering why the Brits took such a crazy decision.  We are hopeful that it won't come to that but we are praying for a deal to sort all this out.  

Otherwise ....

Our pensions, which have already been badly devalued by the fall in the value of the pound would not be given annual increases according to inflation, and we receive none of the benefits that UK pensioners receive anyway. We worked, paid our way for as long as any pensioners who remained in the UK. We pay our taxes in both countries, we are honest and hard working and did not lawfully settle in another country to live the life of Riley. Many of us had smallish pensions and thought that we could live more simply and less expensively as Europeans elsewhere in Europe. For the most part, our hosts have treated us well and welcomed us as good neighbours.  So, if the worst happens, there will be an awful lot of impoverished people landing at home to add to the woes of the National Health System and homelessness in the UK. What a self-induced mess! 

 I had an extraordinary conversation with a visiting UK Brexiteer who talked about "regaining our sovreignty" in one breath and then talked enthusiastically about the possible break up of the United Kingdom and saving money. I wondered what "sovreignty" actually meant to this person because it obviously meant something completely different to me. I asked what in particular from European law had impinged on their life. "Unelected representatives" (what about MEPs?) and some water restrictions in Wales were the only contributions to the debate. We were on completely opposite sides of a divide trying to argue that Black was White and vice versa. I had to stand back from the front line and try to pour oil on the troubled waters. There was no way that we were ever going to agree about anything. The pound has not devalued at all according to this family. What planet are they on? Our UK pension has decreased steadily as the exchange rate plummeted over the previous two years.

Apologies, dear reader that I am feeling so gutted by it all, and that this blog is no longer taken up in the dear little stone house in Crete and our life here. It could well be that the retirement dream is in danger. It would be hard to walk away from our little house and a last resort to contemplate leaving all our wonderful friends and neighbours here in Crete. It would be devastating to have it taken away from us by disenchanted Brits who wanted to make a protest and had been fed a whole raft of lies by the media. We feel as if we have been shafted by a totally disillusioned electorate who put the blame on the wrong people and ended up pushing the self-destruct button. 

Oh well, you can fool all the people half the time and half the people all the time ... but you cannot fool all the people all the time.  We will see what the history books make of this debacle in the fullness of time.  Here in Crete, we need some resolution to these contingencies;  we assume that the UK Prime Minister is doing the best she can but no one could blame us for wishing that the whole caboodle had never happened!  

Winter seems to have gone on for ever this year and we are in need of some fresh air and sunshine to blow all these cares and cobwebs away.  

Kalomina!