Composting toilet

I think she knows as she will have probably worked it out from all the rubbish I send her as you asked me to include her when I send to you.

I have been updated on the demise of the Magistrates’ Courts by Matthew who says that Fitzroy looks much better on its own.
My neighbours, who I said had gone, were back again later. They told me they went to be with some friends but it didn’t work out as it was too noisy: babies crying, people shouting and bloody dogs barking. I said that my dogs bark too but they said that mine are probably the best behaved dogs in Crete and the whole of Greece as normally dogs bark a lot. We had another conversation in Greek and we exchanged English lessons for Greek lessons. I told them about the German lad on the beach with his two friends and apparently the expression is the same in Greek as it is in German: he is the one ‘holding the light’! I wasn’t quite sure how to say ‘spare pr!ck at a wedding’ in Greek but now I do.
I am currently looking into a composting toilet – not literally, you understand, but with a view to buying one. I would like to have my own toilet and shower as I get fed up dodging all the man traps left for me in the route to the loo as I pass by the workshop. Also, when it rains, there is a big puddle of water which I often forget about and fall into. If I get a traditional toilet I have to pay for someone to put in plumbing and drainage but a composting one requires none of these and just produces a bit of compost which I can scatter around the base of the two olive trees – best olives in Crete! The water from the shower which I also want can go to the olive trees as well. Mega olives! I will be dead and buried by the time these trees produce anything worthwhile anyway as olive trees don’t produce anything for many years.
There are towering clouds over the mountains. Since Paleochora received its rain on whichever day it was, we’ve had a bit of thunder each day. No rain here as yet though. It’s hot, but not as hot as it might be due to the northerly wind. Currently it’s 32.4C (90.3F) which for Crete in August is positively chilly so I might even put on a shirt later. In fact, the only time I wear a shirt is when I visit downtown Kountoura for the supermarket – there are certain dress codes to be observed! For example the farmers usually scrape their boots, goats should be left at the door, and dogs by special invitation only.


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