extended stay

hippolyta and buttons hippos got their big people to agree to their being able to stay on with me for another week's holiday.

so, early this morning, we waved them off...

 

then, as the car disappeared down the road, hippolyta gave a sigh of relief and said: 'right! now we can get on with some serious partying!' what a girl!

beach games

some young people play 'mummies and daddies' or 'doctors and nurses', but when you're with hippolyta, you can easily find yourself playing 'cinderella and prince charming'...

something fishy

of course we are in the land of myth and legend, but this rather surprised me...

 
i sang a couple of choruses of 'under the sea', but didn't get a response ––- guess she only speaks greek.

jus' chillin'

contentment

perhaps the best bit of a holiday is just sitting and gazing out to sea with no need for any words...

one fine day

like all great divas, h has been waiting to make an entrance! she's obviously been watching 'madame butterfly' again...

holiday blues

i feel as if all the colour has been drained out of my life... three days on b and d's greek island (as they like to call it) and no sign of miss h.

her people are certainly here, but not very communicative about the whereabouts of my favorite dive... no idea whether she missed the plane or got a better offer or what...

have been trying to calm myself down with b's kombolói ('worry beads' to you), but last night i finally decided that the only answer now is probably drink...