Day 6
It seems that as a family we can only maintain our interest in something for five days. Sometimes in the UK we can use the weather as an excuse and go home early. Not here. So we all sit on the balcony overlooking the wooded slopes of beautiful Kefalonia as the goat bells jingle and the cicadas rattle, but our minds are all somewhere else. It feels like the holiday’s over, but we’re still here. That we’ve gone home in every sense other than actually going home. Which is going to happen tomorrow. Someone has switched the enthusiasm switch off: we do not want to eat, nor do we want to swim. And seeing as that is pretty much all we’ve done for the last five days, we’re at a bit of a loss.
To liven things up the youngest drops half an oregano crisp on the floor and we all watch the ants carry it off. I wonder what we’re going to do when it’s safely down the hole under the kitchen window.
It seems that as a family we can only maintain our interest in something for five days. Sometimes in the UK we can use the weather as an excuse and go home early. Not here. So we all sit on the balcony overlooking the wooded slopes of beautiful Kefalonia as the goat bells jingle and the cicadas rattle, but our minds are all somewhere else. It feels like the holiday’s over, but we’re still here. That we’ve gone home in every sense other than actually going home. Which is going to happen tomorrow. Someone has switched the enthusiasm switch off: we do not want to eat, nor do we want to swim. And seeing as that is pretty much all we’ve done for the last five days, we’re at a bit of a loss.
To liven things up the youngest drops half an oregano crisp on the floor and we all watch the ants carry it off. I wonder what we’re going to do when it’s safely down the hole under the kitchen window.
