No boiler invariably means no hot water. So, freezing cold shower this morning but when coupled with a morning temperature of 35 degrees C, it's not so bad 
Actually, it's even quite nice to have such a cold shower when you can't otherwise shake the veil of hazy tepidity ever present on your skin.
Daddy MonkeyPie, as some of you keeping track of this poor excuse for a blog know, has descended upon Cyprus. My initial attempt at 'cleaning' read: dusting, bathroom scrubbing, vacuuming and bleaching kitchen, has gone relatively unnoticed with the statement "Right! i'm going to clean this dump to surgical standards!" With my face the picture of incredulity as he laments the state of the place. It does get dusty though, it's the kind of country where you need to clean/dust/sweep everyday to keep it sparkly. Not something I bother with. My style is more relaxed until I get the Urge and then it's death to all dust motes.
Irritatingly, I appear not much darker when next to A4 paper MonkeyPie Snr. I've been here 1.5 months and I still only look like a slightly dirtier version of my former self. I suppose I should be glad I won't die of skin cancer. Except I probably will due to my over zealous 2nd degree burns in my youth. Somehow I'm reluctant to shrug and say "In for a penny, in for a pound" when it comes to cancer....
So now the flat is so clean you could eat off the floors, if you wished, which I don't but anyhow. The shopping has been done and despite strict instructions on the list, it was promptly ignored so all the wrong produce has been bought. Not that I'd care but I'm allergic to cows' milk and the things I'd requested were sheep/goat produced amalgamations but the contents of the fridge are resolutely cow-orientated. It's the thought that counts I suppose, he did try, which is nice. The nicest thing is having company that doesn't mind coming on my runs with me- although our paths diverge as I go for the hour long circle of the park and he does the 20 minute one, having fresh fruit smoothies made for me when I wake up and even porridge!! Very well looked after which takes the edge off not having the right yoghurt bought. Ha.. i sound like a selfish brat! I would be if it wasn't that cow's stuff makes me come out in a rash, promptly vomit and suffer debilitating cramps for 24hrs. Attractive, trust me.
Can't believe my purgatory is nearly up! London in two weeks time.. back to civilisation and then back to working as a sous chef, adding to the burns on my paws from crazy sunday shifts. Hope I remember how to cook, I've been eating salad for so long and barbequeing that I've not seen a pan since edinburgh. I don't really know if I want to go back, the only things I miss are my piano and a few of my friends. I've been offered a permanent position here at the heady wage of 2000 euros a month (a princely sum in cyprus) but then I remember that I really ought to graduate one of these lifetimes...
Oh and, overnight, about a million profile tags. Don't fully understand the concept of profile tagging just yet but at least the world appreciates that I do, in fact, brush my teeth (apparently). My dentist loves me.
