Hi guys. I am in a smokey internet caff in Lefkas town. The gin and tonics are phenomenally strong here. As I’ve impressed upon you before, the Greeks have no concept of shots. They just upend the bottle and conduct a zillion conversations while your gin is being poured. Then put in a wisp of tonic at the top as a teensy afterthought.
We have a little decrepit kitty here. She is a dark grey. I found her trotting along the road, mewing, blind, the last day I was here with Janet. Took her to an extremely handsome and lovely vet, who cured her eyes and agreed to keep her for two weeks until I returned. Look, you don’t have to say it: I know I’m daft. And that this is not the way to save the world. But seriously, could you have left her to defend herself while her twitching innards were pecked out by magpies? We have called her Ithaki which is Ithaka in Greek. *whisper* Don’t tell Fred Obv, and definitely not Gwanny, but I am thinking of bringing her home with me.
Anyway, thought I’d just give you a brief update. Got a text from the guy at the paper, saying that Adventures of the Gin Club part 1 had had well over 500 unique viewers and that he was very pleased since this was ‘unheard of’ for their website. So seeing as how readers of the blog were probably mainly responsible for that stunning flurry, I thought I’d better give you the link to Part 2. or he might think it was a one-off and fire me before I’ve really got going, which would be a shame as I have plenty of plans for thrilling Gin Club outings: Mellow Jazz at the Rhodes, Vinyl-swapping at the Half-Moon, the Beer Festival at the Legion. Can’t wait, and will be sure to take a pad of paper with me so the Gin Club themselves can write their own history. Yeah, like, I’m thinkin, why should I do all the hard graft? Lazy buggers think I’m going to write the blinkin score to their life. Hunh!
The Beaut (the reconstructed boob, for new readers) is doing much, much better, almost a year on from her creation. I swim in one of my heavy-duty sports bras so she does not flobble about. (Yeah, Triumph really does have a bra for the way you are.) I can say, hand on heart, I do not notice anything now, like, not a thing. I can lie happily on my right side, for an hour or so at a time. I can even lie, for about twenty minutes at a time, on my front, if I use both arms and two pillows in a gently supporting role. I can do every yoga pose that I could do before including shoulder stands. Oh thank you thank you, Miss Benyon sigh with admiration and joy if only I could see you if only for a minute.
More plans for the summer include camping in Norfolk at a campsite where they don’t mind if the dogs wander about having fun and you can have fires, and camping, again with dogs and probably little Ithaki too, in a field near Weymouth on the coastal path. By then the weather may well have broken, but who cares? Chloe, Tabby and Alfie will come back from their travels and then we’re all going to a festival, whoopee, exciting. Duncan will be at said festival so maybe more Wesley of the Wing-Mirror stories will write themselves during that time. Am also composing a children’s book, which is The Melody Blog told through the eyes of Toccata, Melody’s friend.
So, see you soon, friends. Enjoy your summer. Eat lots of things that are good for you. Raw beetroot is particularly good. Hey, listen to this: since being in Greece, Tabby has found that her need for insulin has dropped ten-fold. She’s only had to inject about seven times! What do you make of that? I have been reading this book called ’97 Ways to Lower Your Blood Sugar Naturally,’ and we are determined to carry on this work on re-stimulating the pancreas to produce beta cells again when she gets back, with a special diet called Tree of Life. So, in blates born-again mode (but do I care? No, I’m so out of my face on pure gin, tzatziki and peaceful hours of snorkelling) : let’s banish disease from our lives with information, love and enlightenment.