I might even start to be a bit more regular in my posting as my group of 'friends' on facebook includes too many family members, employers and the like who probably shouldn't be reading my 6am rants.
We're now in that strange dead zone after xmas and just before NY. Which I'm looking forward to imensely. Or not as I'm going to have to work now.
Iasbelle is in France and Andreas has gone back to the army, so for now it's just me and Vaya. Normally that would mean that her devil bastard of a father wouldn't be seen in the bar for love nor money but he's taken to wandering at regular intervals, scowling around with a face like a badly made glove puppet, muttering something and then thrusting an empty glass of wine at me.
He's just looking to pick a fight, and soon he's going to get what he wants. For the moment though I'm finding it more rewarding to thoroughly piss him off by openly laughing at him and his antics.
Last night was a goodie when he was actively snubbed by everyone in the bar, left sitting on his own at the end of the bar while the rest of sat as far away as possible. What really upset him was when a big group of Greek friends came in just he was half way through a prolonged mutter about how there were only foreigners present. Not only that but after all the usual kissing and a round of Xronia Polla's they took one look at him and walked to the opposite side of the room without saying a word.
At this he banged his glass down on the bar and stomped off, prompting everyone, his daughter included to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
Well thats it for now as I've just remembered I'm supposed to be writing an article for Paros Life about Granny swimming the channel. And it's um, late. Very late.
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