For reasons nobody can establish, our electricity bill is quite enormous: easily larger than our gas and electricity bill back here in Wales, even though the Greek house is smaller than the Welsh hovel and only in use for less than three months a year. But dutifully I pay it off. I reckon Greece needs the cash more than me. Imagine my horror to discover that even though I was paying all bills on time some bastard had cut me off.
George the Architect and his amazing colleagues whirred into action. Funds flowed from England to Greece and he said he would do what he could, knowing that I arrive at the Hovel a week on Sunday.
I am braced for emptying out one or two rather unpleasant items left in the two fridges but was then trying to work out how I, and my guest harvesters, would cope without power. I reckoned we could recharge phones, computers and, most important of all, the battery that powers the olive harvesting twerker down in the village in the evenings ahead of a day without power. Having no fridge would be a pain and having to stumble around by torchlight would be inconvenient. But it is doable.
Yesterday George got back to me and says that the electricity folks will “try to reconnect it in about 3 working days depending on the weather.” Apparently there is a lot of sun forecast today and tomorrow and temperatures will remain at almost 20 well into next week. But there may be some rain on Friday. Fingers crossed. With the ruthless efficiency for which Greece is noted I am sure that I have nothing to fear.