Sad week for Sanny...

Night fall over the sea at Palairos.

Emptying bins Greek style.

 Last week we had decided that we were going to have a week or so sailing around and just enjoying ourselves so when I wrote last weeks blog we had just arrived at Palairos on the first leg of the journey.  Unfortunately whilst we were sitting in the Indian awaiting our starters we got a phone call from our eldest son to say that Sandra's last remaining uncle (and her Godfather) had died that afternoon.  After returning to the boat after our meal we set about trying to get flights back to the UK.  We returned to Lefkas Marina the next morning and made numerous call to the important people at home and also managed to get Sandra her flights all sorted.  She is going out via Corfu I have taken her and dropped her off at Igoumenitsa this morning, she will be returning to Preveza on the thirteenth.  Funeral tomorrow and then she has a few days to do the Grandma, mum and daughter thing.

Sanny & Pete toasting with Lemonade & Coke.

 A few months ago the local council installed some huge bins under the ground in Lefkas town topped off with chromium plated pedestal bins.  The way they empty them is to tilt back the chrome bin and base and lift out the waste bin from it's hole with a crane installed on the roof of the bin wagon.  This done they tip it into the bin cart in the conventional way.  The underground bins are about three or four times the size of the old dumpsters you see everywhere in Greece but it must have taken at least eight times the time to empty it - only in Greece...

And the rain it did rain, Preveza.

On Tuesday Pete & Alison from the Katoghi rang and asked if we would like to go with them to Preveza on their first Tuesday off (being the winter season now).  Unfortunately, Alison had to cry off at the eleventh hour but Pete and us two still went.  We had a shopping trip with a difference looking for a couple of industrial strength catering bits and Pete some new clothes, not that I do clothes shops so I just waited outside whilst Sandra and Pete tried some industrial strength negotiating, not for the faint hearted!  It then started to rain with a vengeance, serious stair rods so much so that the rain ran into the restaurant from off the street and flooded Pete's sandal clad feet.  We had a great day guys, thank you so much for the distraction.

Anyway once again on a personal note I hope that all goes well tomorrow for uncle Ron's funeral and that everyone tries to remember what a laugh he was, I'm sure he would want everyone to think that way.