I think I may probably survive. You can stop building the kennels and dog runs now.
It has been an interesting day with a new computer customer, Michelle, a French woman, Une dame d’une certaine age. She borrowed her friends’ laptop whist her computer was being repaired and just as she was about to return it, it started throwing up strange error messages. I have until September, so no rush on that. She is a PAWS person so pleased to see all the dogs.
My conversation with Michelle was interrupted by Georgia, bullying Dennis, having stolen his beer. I said I was busy so she sought out Manos. Upshot is that Dennis has been excommunicated for excessive drunkenness and departed today. Problem is that he has plenty of money at present so will not be able to relax until it is all gone. He has a serious alcohol abuse problem so is unable to see the effects of his actions on others. When I complained at being woken up at 03:45 by him, yet again, this morning, his reply was that I should have ‘come to the party’. I pointed out that the other 90% of the camping preferred other relaxations including a quiet drink together and a meal, not a competition as to how many shots you drink and still remain standing. Georgia was heading towards pushing him out but I helped to nudge things along through Manos.
I talked to Dennis for an hour or two until he had reached a calm, less alcohol-fuelled state, whereupon he collected up his chattels and left. His long-suffering friend and her [new] boyfriend arrive early tomorrow on the overnight ferry from Piraeus. I reckoned the proverbial would hit the fan sooner or later and guessed there would be less of a stink if Dennis departed prior to their arrival. Georgia is all for giving Dennis second-chances but it just prolongs the agony.
Janne and Erica arrived tired but pleased to be back for their longest holiday of the year. Since they had not slept whilst travelling from Sweden overnight, I said I’d see them tomorrow however they came round to inspect the fences and to see all of the dogs. I explained that numerically there are now fewer dogs, just that they are all now right next to their pitch. They appeared fairly relaxed about it all and the dogs, except Boris, who wants to be centre of attention. The puppies wandered up casually without making a fuss.
Full Moon tonight as I can see a pale disc slowly rising in the east. All the dogs are completely silent as is the camping, since many of the visitors have left, following the holiday celebrations. It should be quiet for a little now, until things kick off again in July for the main season.
Ursula is in France with Tony who has been diagnosed as not having Alzheimer Disease. Despite the diagnosis, the symptoms persist and Tony’s behaviour is erratic and infuriating. Ursula texts me for support as she feels it awkward and possibly divisive to involve family members. The doctor simply suggested that Tony showed brain shrinkage consistent with his age and that some loss of sharpness was inevitable. Tony will be seventy shortly so has a long way to go. Anyway, my texts are free, and if it help Ursula, what’s the harm?
Some bloody dogs is barking on the beach. If I can keep ten of them quiet why can’t they manage just one.
Maybe tomorrow night I will have WATER!!!!!