And Here We Go Again

Celebrations and jubilations

 Two name days and General Elections. Three more grand-children voted for the first time. 

Voters gave a victory to governing right wing New Democracy party but not enough to form a government. We will be back at the polls on June 25th.

We celebrated two Saints Days. Half the family is named after these two saints and I squeeze myself in there too. There's no Saint Linda. Not around here anyway. I pretend I'm a Lydia and the observe a name day along with my grand-daughter

20th May ...

Saint Lydia 

21st May ...

Saints Konstantine and Helena (Eleni) 

My present from my girls and family. A friendly Troll. Love him

K got a few bottles of ouzo and a new table for his laptop. We are both happy.

Daughter and grand-daughter were both baptised Eleni but we always call them by short forms of the name. As a name day present  I wanted to make hotcross buns for my daughter but they were a flop. The dough didn't rise so I chucked it. What a waste. Half a kilo of expensive bread flour, eggs and real butter.  I chucked my yeast as well. Can't think what else was the problem though it wasn't stale yeast.

I'll make more tomorrow. Thankfully I've still got half the flour and butter .

The family all came to say 'Kronia Polla'

Many happy returns

To their father.

He was happy as he'd been cooking all morning. 

Not too many leftovers. We will only be eating them for a couple of days instead of a week.

Its always a delight to see the family together. The girls are excellent at clearing up too. 

They're all revving up for end of year exams. 

Summer holidays begin towards the end of June. 

Monday 5 June is another long weekend. Pentecostal Monday or Monday of the Holy Spirit. 

11 June Invitation to the baptism of a neighbour's baby boy and reception at our local rural taverna.

My English friend came to celebrate with us so I had a good day chatting in my mother tongue. She's a member of the family now.

One of K's friend had a few too many ouzos and went to sleep at the table.  We've got used to him and just let him sleep on and clean up around him. He came with his daughter and grand-daughter who tried to take him home. He mumbled a refusal. 

An hour later he lifted his head and I suggested he at least go inside and sleep in an armchair. He decided he'd wobble off home. And wobble he did, onto his motorbike. Fortunately he only lives up the road. 

Life here is never without it's drama.