Greece and Perry Perry

My cousin sent me an email recently with pictures of her litle son who's probably about 3 months old now. Two parts of her email made me laugh. One was called "Count the sections on Perry's arm" and featured a little picture of Perry with his arm so dimpled it was almost grotesque. The other one was a little picture of Perry in the bath, with "Warning - might be offensive in some cases" and a little black box with a skull and crossbones over the vital part. :0D

Andrew says humour runs in my family...

I had breakfast today for the first time in ages because I've not been able to wake up too early recently, and it was good - bacon and eggs and cereal and hot chocolate and toast. I was in a really good mood after Florence said, "something jolie fille?" which according to her means, "how are you pretty girl?" and after talking to this Greek guy from Athens who was helping this other guy who lives in our hall have his breakfast. I told him about Mykonos and how much I loved the pelicans there, and the Acropolis and the t-shirt I bought which said,

To be is to do - Socrates
To do is to be - Aristotle
Do be do be do - Sinatra

But I didn't tell him about how I'd writen haikus on the ship to Mykonos, how a crazy video of me jumping up and down on the ship because it was cold had been immortalised on Andrew's computer, how the wind and the waves lapping beside the ship had made me feel as though I was the only one in the world, how I'd been talking to a grizzled old fisherman on board, and how I'd thought I could almost feel what John had felt as he was on a ship, solitary, uncertain, not sure of what awaited him as he sailed to Patmos.

There's alot of things I don't tell people, because I don't want them to think I'm weirder than they already do.... but well!