Composting toilet

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.