I feel guilty.
My man’s banished himself to the spare room because of my inability to sleep because of my stupid ear. He says he doesn’t want to wake me in the morning with his getting ready as he knows I’ll be awake for hours yet struggling to sleep because of my headache and doesn’t want me to feel ‘restricted’ in bed.
I wouldn’t need to be restricted if the doctors would just flaming listen to me :( bring on Crete. These next 13 days better hurry the chuff up because boy can I not wait to get up at 3 am to drive to the airport to sit and get crampy legs on ths 4 hour flight, then more crampy legs for the 4 hour transfer across the island. Itll5 be worth it when we get to our sea view room, looking over Spinalonga and Elounda Bay, waking up to crystal blue sea, boats, turtles and Greek food every day for a fortnight. All this followed by a fortnight at home then a further trip out to Crete with the sister, where we’ll be met by our friend Manolis in his tatty plumbers truck, for a good nights rest at his familys house. All to wake up in the morning bright and early so that we can surprise my ma and pa and nan and grandad by greeting them at the docks aftwer they’ll have spent 6 days driving across Europe. All for a week of poolside laziness, long overdue catch ups with all my Cretan friends, traditional Greek family BBQs, the beat saganaki I jave ever had in my life and probably endless amounts of raki and homemade Greek wine.
I swear I must have been Greek in my past life because there is not one thing that I do not love about that country. If I ever win the lottery, one of my first port of calls will probably be a house in Anghistri, followed closely by a small yacht to drop around the surrounding islands.