What a difference a week makes.....

......if it includes a big boat and a plane.  This week  is cold wet and and very dull.

       Last week was bright and very sunny, we had a wander around in Katacolon in Greece (possibly spelt wrong, but I'm too lazy to run upstairs and get my map) And as we gradually went further south it got hotter and hotter, until we were having to cover up and even head for some shade.



                    Breakfast in the garden cafe, food was available 24 hours a day, and the only way for Darsh to stop eating was to go and lie down in the cabin and watch telly or sleep.  He had severe withdrawel symptons from his phone and computer- has been making up for it this week however.

                   Passing between the foot of Italy and Sicily on the very last day.

     Since we got home I have had a cold and constant headache, so haven't done a great deal.  We had to get a new washing machine and that has arrived and been plumbed in.  It takes 3 times as long as the old one and is very quiet, but it doesn't seem to wash any better.  The old one has taken up residence in the middle of the dining room floor and he plans to fix it and keep it forever, just in case the new one breaks down.  I've looked at it and given it a bit of a shove but I'm far too weak and wobbly to shove the darned thing over the doorstop and into the garden this week.
      It seems strange to be back home and every thing is so Christmassy after all that sun, I've got all my ideas for presents, but just haven't felt up to going into town yet.  Planning on getting the trimmings out of the loft and sorting them. Charlotte's tree is up there and she isn't likely to get it to her flat until after Christmas!  She is coming home next weekend, but we are going to Brugge on the train, and the last thing she will want to carry is a flashing Christmas tree.