Monday morning, roll out of bed cursing that it’s a work day and not a holiday. Put on FIT uniform of giant old man white shorts and white polo shirt. Hop on the bus and get to work two hours early.
Breakfast of bread and cheese and marmite (if I still have marmite left that is)
Do different activities with the kids until one, tidy up the club house and go to lunch, I take my laptop and we have a little computer club running in reception while we wait for some unrecognisable and inedible food to be laid out in the less than hygienic ‘canteen’ which consists of old patio furniture and lots of flies, everywhere.
Back to work and take the kids swimming, to the beach and do lots of painting, uniform makes a great canvass.
6 o’clock we sign the kids out and it’s a race to tidy up and catch the bus.#
Get home about 7 and tidy up mess made this morning in the rush to get out of the apartment.
Make dinner. Do washing, thank god we just got a washing machine.
Read, chat, drink, eat, and sleep.
Do this again Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and then Saturday.
Saturday night comes and we’re all ready to drop but we get showered and put our glad rags on and head out to town, Agios Nikoloas,
Dance, Drink, Eat,
End up in Aquarius, our regular bar, where the boys flirt and dance and drink while they work the bar
Dance some more,
5:30, stumble home, crawl up the hill and try not to fall on the 17 thousand steps to our apartments.
Sleep
Sunday, Day off!
Hungover. L
Beach as soon as humanly possible.
Feel human and part backed at about 6pm and wish we could go out again but it’s a school night.
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