Peyia Cyprus

Attitude and catitude.

Lynn - 11/04/2010

Its a stormy April Sunday in the lovely village of Peyia. The skies are very dark blue and holding the threat of heavy rain, at a moments notice. The night has been windy and the air feels heavy, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks.

This is my psychic weather: as in I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that today is the day there are problems in villas and unhappy guests. .....Not that there are really big problems eg maybe leaves have blown into clean pools or the villas dont have hot water (unless the immersion heater is used - which is standard) but the holidaymakers have "paid for sunshine" and today, they want their money back, so to speak!

I try to empathise and help; after all, its 75 fahrenheit out there and I'm sure its not that warm in the UK - but I do understand.

The dogs don't care. Cuddled up together on our downstairs bed, Molly hogs the pillow, Alfie snuggles up below it and Jake lies over the whole of the rest of the bed, wanting his immense tummy tickled.

Charlie? He just sleeps, flicks his tail at anyone who dares to disturb him or worse, lifts his leg and licks his parts, showing that he really doesn't give a sniff.

Somedays, I'd like to be able to offer the same response but I never would - well, not in public anyway!