Sunny and warm but still a bit windy

Following a quiet day yesterday I had a call from her to say that someone was waiting at reception: a father and his son. Unlike the previous Father/son combination, they were determined to camp and were uninterested in the ‘Wooden Tents’ (the small Toblerones). I put them in, what I consider to be, the best pitch and was just going through all the stuff about restaurants  and supermarkets, when a VW camper appeared with three Austrians aboard. The two ladies wanted one of the Toblerones and the man was going to stay in the camper. Fortunately two of the cabins were ready so they had a choice of accommodation. I’ve been shoving everyone at the far end of the camping away from Georgia’s dogs.

Later I took mine out and encountered the German guy and his son. Boris, determined for someone to play with, latched on to the little boy who dutifully threw sticks for him. I have not been playing ball with Boris in an attempt to let his leg get a bit better as he tends to limp following excessive exercise. I chatted to the dad about earthquakes and volcanoes. Later I went for a meal at Grameno restaurant with Erica and Janne and we walked back to the camping around 21:30 (formally known as 22:30). The sun seems to be getting up earlier at the moment for some reason.

This morning, following our walk, I gave the gents a quick sweep and a mop also emptied the paper bins before having a cup of coffee and some breakfast. Then to open the reception and exercise my brain for a few minutes. The Austrian ladies lugged all their laundry up to the reception to be told that the machine was in the store room. I decided that I might clean the two Small Cabins in case I got some more customers. Just as I was in the middle of the first one, a [Danish] woman appeared from the beach asking if it would be possible to stay the night if they decided not to return to Chania. They would want one of the WTs (Wooden Tents). As I was cleaning the second one, I noticed that there was no power and the fridges were defrosting so I thought I’d better investigate that before doing the rooms. A while later, the German guy appeared with his son saying that the boy had been bitten by a dog on the beach and asking for a doctor. I took a look at the boy’s bottom and suggested a much less disruptive and less expensive treatment in the form of a plaster and some medical alcohol. The alcohol is quite painful but kills everything and the plaster was for show. It will make quite an impressive display once it bruises and goes blue but I think he will live and he probably won’t be that keen to pull down his pants for all and sundry. Daddy took him off to Paleochora to buy and ice cream for being brave.

The Austrian ladies are reunited with their, now clean but wet washing, some of which I said they could hang on my line. I’ve washed the sheets from the two WTs and must do some of my own washing whilst the weather is fine and I can get it dry.

Thursday, 28 October is Οχι Day, when Metaxas allegedly said Οχι (no!) to Benito Mussolini’s request for his troops to occupy strategic points in Greece in 1940, or face war. Metaxas actually said “Alors, c’est la guerre”  (then it’s war). Children will parade through the streets and I may join Erica and Janne to watch the ceremony in Paleochora. It is a Public Holiday.

I need to wash the office floor as it is horrid due to lots of doggy paws etc