| Jenny went to bed and I worked at the computer. I heard Fred a couple of times. (Fred is our poltergeist. Well, not really. For some weeks, we've noticed a sharp "clack" from time to time. It's definitely coming from upstairs and I think it was happening before the central heating was installed. All windows, doors and shutters are firmly clamped down. There are no internal draughts; nothing mechanised; it's not an effect of heating or cooling. It's more noticeable at night but I've heard it during the day. It's a bit like someone dropping a toilet seat. Currently, the cause is a mystery, so I call it "Fred the poltergeist." Sunday 13th - Disaster December 13th, 2009 I think it ought to be Friday 13th! We set off for Sunday breakfast in Georgioupolis as usual. I remarked to Jenny that the car was even noisier than usual, but thought nothing of it because it was a chilly morning and the engine is always very "tappety" when cold. Two kilometres outside our village, Jenny screamed "stop stop" and I braked hard. "What, what?" "There's snow on the mountains. I want to get a photo." As we moved off again a thought struck me. "Did you check the tyres while you were out of the car?" "No?" I stopped again and got out. The rear tyre on the passenger side was completely flat. Darn! I looked in the boot and pulled out the spare wheel, the jack and ... oh, great ... no wheel brace! I had a 17mm ring spanner but it was hopeless. So I had to drive slowly home, by which time the tyre was totally destroyed. I got my tool box from the shed, located a 17mm hex socket and wrench, and changed the wheels. Then I washed my hands and we set off again. (Sorry, I forgot to take a photo.) Breakfast was good but I was worried about my "on-line shopping cart". It hadn't been sending emails to customers since noon on Saturday. At some point, Jenny had a phone call from her friend, Sue. She agreed that we would go to Sue's house to investigate why she had no working broadband. Ken, her husband, is in the UK right now so she needs Internet access more than ever. We drove home then hauled my shoulder bag with laptop and cables up the hill to Sue's house. I couldn't determine exactly what the problem was but I was fairly sure it was the fault of the telephone company. The router seemed OK, although I had trouble communicating with it from my iBook laptop. In the end I gave up and told Sue to phone the help-line. The rest of the day is a blur. I'll have to ask Jenny. Fred the poltergeist made noises just before I went to bed. It sounded like the shower door in the bathroom. I pushed it and it made the same noise. But it was heavy and there was nothing in there that could possible move it. A mystery! Monday 14th - New tyres December 14th, 2009 We awoke at 7am and I had a thought: "I know what Fred is!" I exclaimed. (I'd read "Sherlock Holmes" and I knew that, when you've eliminated all the likely possibilities, what remains must be the truth, no matter how unlikely.) "Huh?" "That loud 'clack' we keep hearing. It's caused by tiny earth tremors. They are so slight that we can't feel them but they make the shower door click. I'm certain because, last night, I moved it away from its usual position. The noise still occurred but it's a much duller sound. It can only be earth tremors because at night there's no draughts, no heating effect, nothing mechanised to make anything move." Jenny was unconvinced; I could tell. But I'm fairly confident in my diagnosis. The shower door is broken and hangs from a single plastic clip. It's large and heavy but it's in contact with the adjacent screen. A tremor would make it click. Jenny made breakfast and I drove to the tyre garage in Kaleeves, which had been recommended. I waited for Georgios to finish with another customer then explained "Eho mia veetha sto lastoko" (I have a screw in the tyre) "kai ee rotha eena chalasmenee" (and the wheel is damaged). It had a tiny dent in the rim. He told me it was no problem but, on inspection, the other three tyres were old, perished and unsafe. I agreed with him so he quoted me 180 Euros to replace the lot. He spoke very broken English but it was better than my Greek! I paid 180 Euros in advance on my credit card and he started to remove the wheels. "Wee haf betterr tyres onlee a leetle more expenseev. You like to see?" He showed me tyres 10mm wider. "Only forrtee Euros more? Verree good you driveeng." "No thanks. I'll stick with the same ones. Toh eetheeo, parakalo (the same, please). "Endaksee" (OK) he shrugged. "I made a mistake weeth thee credit cart. I haf to charsh you another ten Euros." I proffered him a ten Euro note. "Ohee, metá" (no. later). He changed all four tyres, checked the pressures, balanced them with very modern computerised equipment, which must have cost a fortune, and fitted a new "kapákee" (cap) to each. I didn't begrudge the extra ten Euros. He'd earned it. I called at the COSMOTE shop on the way back and collected my contract for the USB stick. Atheena got me to sign five separate papers. Goodness knows what I've committed to. She told me it was a 12 month contract but I had to tell her after 11 months if I wanted to cancel. |