After our two days of cooler weather it’s back to the heat of high summer. It’s also the fig season and Douglas has made a delicious rum, raisin and fig ice-cream! The raisins have been soaking in rum overnight. The figs did not come from our tree but from our neighbour Eleftheria whose tree is more mature and always supplies an abundance of fruit. Greeks from the mainland come to Crete for their holidays at this time of the year partly I believe to enjoy the figs and I read somewhere that when the Turks were in Crete prisoners rations were cut in half during the fig season which must have led to a lot of squittering.
The ancestral home (doesn’t that sound grand?) of my mother’s family in Italy was known as the “Casa Mutilati” and, at the moment that is what this house is. We haven’t actually had any limbs amputated but are all walking around in various levels of pain and discomfort, Chris and I both having somehow put our backs out and Douglas now suffering from that annoyance that gave Kenneth Williams so much trouble in his lifetime, farmer Giles. At least it’s not a repeat of the abscess which is something to be thankful for. The strange thing about the back pain is that on getting up from a sitting position it’s excruciating but after walking a few steps it totally wears off and one would think there is nothing wrong, until one sits down again of course.
It’s quite possible that Chris and Douglas will be offered a rather handsome job that will take up all their time over the next however many months but, because it’s a theatrical superstition until something promising is definitely in the bag I won’t mention what it is. “The Journeys We Make” has gone to the printers and I am currently proof reading Thornton King number 3 – “Dead On Target”. It’s not due for publication until at least March next year but because of the possibility of C and D being totally occupied, we thought it best to get it ready now. Lets hope this time all mistakes, typos and other, will be eradicated. It hasn’t even got its IBSM number yet. In fact my musical version of “Peter Pan” comes first. It’s all go innit?
Watched a quite delightful little film called “Greedy” staring Michael J, Fox and Kirk Douglas all about a very rich old man trying to find out who was worthy of inheriting his millions. Not exactly new. Did Ben Johnson in 1606 not write something similar with “Volpone”? and I have a feeling Moliere did the same later, variations on a theme, though I can’t bring to mind which play it was. Still there is nothing new under the sun is there? and history repeats itself. I see the greedy bankers are already back on the bonus gravy train despite government’s so called protests and despite what their greed did recently to the world. They’ll never learn,