Days 350-353 – work and leisure

I’ve been quite busy these last few days, so once again I’m having to write a summary. Only of four days though, that’s pretty good by recent standards, I’d say.

Days 282-288 – time for a holiday

This is getting silly. I’m so snowed under by everything that I don’t even have the energy to write a couple of lines a day anymore. I feel like my life is a race and I keep running and running but someone is forever moving the finishing line further away from me.

Days 233-237 summary of a crazy time

This week has been so busy in all aspects that I haven’t gotten round to even just posting one sentence a day.. I hope I still have one or two of you following me nonetheless.

Day 226 – about time for another attempt

Over the years, I’ve tried many things to improve my Greek: I’ve taken a course, talked to people, tried to read as much as I could and asked friends to write down random words and phrases for me.

Day 216 – finally

Today’s first has been quite a while in the making, but now it’s finally been completed!

Day 202 – second time lucky

I was sitting on the sofa earlier, almost falling asleep but unable to go to bed as I hadn’t had a “first” for today yet. That gave me an idea for a new thing to do – which I did and will probably end up regretting for the rest of the night…

Day 191 – I can’t do nothing all the time

Just a brief report on today’s “first” as I’m pretty knocked out from a hoooooot day and an amazing – and huge – dinner…

Day 192 – foodporn

Foodporn, that word, that hashtag… Food is a beautiful, lovely thing. Porn is filthy and harsh. Why then would anybody put the two words together to present their gorgeous meal with? I cringe every time I read it. And even today, when the food I’m blogging about is so satisfactory that many people would probably consider it #foodporn, even today I’m not going to say it.

Love

Sitting still. So still.
Sleeping baby in my arms.
Now I know true love.

Day 112 – my faith in humanity restored

Today’s “first” is that I did some voluntary interpreting in a situation that was new to me. The interpreting itself doesn’t matter too much, suffice to say that it was at a public authority and under circumstances I’d never experienced before. A purely bureaucratic matter and nothing spectacular as such.