Our summer weather here continues to hold up - I thought there might be some rain today, since there were actually some clouds in the sky, but no. Of course, I'm lucky.
There was a big earthquake in Western Greece on Sunday. In the worst hit villages houses were destroyed, and many of the others have sustained some damage. The quake measured 6.5 Richter, and its epicentre was on the mainland, so there have been a lot of smaller aftershocks, and hundreds of people have been unable or unwilling to sleep in their houses, instead staying in their cars, tents, or going to stay with friends and relatives elsewhere. Two people died and hundreds were slightly injured.
It's awful that anyone died, but it's also lucky that it happened in the afternoon when a lot of people weren't home. One report showed a massive boulder - as big as two or three people - which had rolled from the top of a hill right into a village, demolishing someone's house on the way.
Then last night I saw the news about the MidWest USA, with pictures of a house being swept into a river. Yes, I feel very lucky with our weather (and sorry for those who are having such a bad time of it)...
Hider in the House
Helena watches a children's TV show that features a supposedly famous personality hiding out in someone's house for a period of time. The idea is that everyone except one of the parents is in on the "game", and must make sure that the hider isn't caught whilst doing various challenges.
So she was fascinated when I told her about the man in Japan. He wondered why he never seemed to have as much food in his fridge as he thought, so put hidden webcams around the place, and when he was out watched them on his mobile. He saw a woman in his house, and it turned out that she'd living in one of his cupboards for a year.
That explains my food situation - it's not that I eat too much after all. Instead, there's probably a woman living in my attic, which is somewhere I never go. And I thought that those noises were birds on the roof...
She obviously doesn't mind hearing Agatha Christie novels read out loud in Greek, or terrible piano playing. Maybe she's deaf.
I don't mind, but it would be nice if once in a while I got home to find my fridge full of food...