Eggs and no bread

Saturday, was a very wet day and when we eventually took ourselves into town you would think someone had asked for an evacuation, the town was desolate, we headed to the supermarket collected a few bits and bobs and headed home again.

Stitch and I spent the evening home alone as my beloved was at a party in Pafos, everything was going swimmingly until we went outside for a pee break (stitch not me) the millipedes are out in force, yet another bug creature for me to deal with, and yes I know they are harmless but when you are sweeping up to twenty an hour from your patio it starts to make you cringe, and it's not the same ones coming back either.  Gads they made my skin crawl, shame I can't teach Stitch to pick them up and move them somewhere less unpleasant, like the neighbours garden! Then the spider appeared, it was mahoosive and I was going to leave it hanging from it's thread half way down the wall, but I just couldn't get comfortable sitting whilst this thing was dangling so it got broomed.

Our last dalliance around the roads was very short and sweet, the church singing had begun, remember Easter is a big celebration here, the fireworks were exploding and I'm not sure which spooked Stitch first the melodic religious singing or the banging so we went back inside.

Sunday.

I woke and began the arduous task of cleaning and hoovering, this time having a little more sense than last I put on the air con, my beloved is still not home from Pafos so the music was at full tilt and the cleaning began, this hardly took anytime at all, that air con trick worked a treat.  Then it was time for some sunbathing, so Stitch and I got creamed up and lay outside until my beloved eventually made an appearance around 2.30pm and no it wasn't pretty, I have no idea why a man of his gathering years still can't understand the need for moderation, I always thought with age came wiseness but obviously not for this old night owl.

I decided that I needed feeding and my beloved decided to join my, dragging his sorry ass off the sofa we trundled down to the beach and Malindi's for a late lunch, and once again the beach front was ghostsville, great for us we didn't have to fight for a table, Stitch had been left at home so it was just the two of us, luckily I had the forethought to take my book because speech didn't come easily to the man that can talk the hind legs off a donkey....