The Greek way. . . . .

Back again for another episode. I forgot to mention our banking experience on a trip to Corfu town with Steve the estate agent. We were heading into town to see the both lawyers and the notary so they could tell us first hand what was going on. We were also going to the bank with Steve to sign some papers for our account. Our lawyer had our bank book as she opened the account for us and she was away and we could not get hold of it. We signed up but we needed some cash and Steve asked if we could have some cash and explained that Chryssa had the bank book. To our amazement they said "as it's you Steve. how much would you like" and asked to see our passports!! We can't imagine that happening in Barclays down the high street.

Well the place is now ours and we have a shed load of things to do. Oh, by the way we have a washer in our kitchen and when we tried to use it for the first time we found it that it was not plumbed in!! In fact it had never been used the transit tape was still on it from when it was shipped over from the UK. What to do, well we found a tap under the sink in the bathroom and they also have plug sockets in bathrooms out here, not the safest of ideas but when needs must. In order to wash we wheel the washer to the bathroom, connect up to the tap for water and put the waste pipe in the sink - makes washing day an adventure!!

In an attempt to make life easier we decided to knock a door through the pantry wall because as a pantry or cupboard it was useless. The plan being to knock a door through then put the washer at one end and plumb it via the bathroom and also put the fridge in there as there is another door way we want to knock through into the sitting/dining room. The pantry door was successfully knocked through and the next job is to paint it prior to fitting the washer and fridge in there.

Oh no we have yet another problem . . . . . the ceilings in the house are of traditional olive wood and look very nice too. However, this flimsy wood is all there is between us and the rafters so any heat generated through the day is lost straight through the ceiling, that plus the fact all the mess and debris the guys left when they put the new roof on constantly comes down through the cracks in the lovely olive wood ceiling. Well not only is this a waste of energy, the constant mess coming down is driving Mrs Mop to distraction!! More on the loft saga next time and believe me it is a sage as it has put all other jobs including the washer move on hold until completion. Well sign off time now. more later Mr Mop . . . . .