I like Saturdays. They have become my favourite day of the week here in Cyprus. A day of bowls followed by football and sport watching at the Cottage Pub, meeting with people we have come to know. Its a day of results. But when you get thrashed twice at bowls, Ipswich take 2500 fans on an away trip full of optimism and they lose 3-0 and you watch England lose the rugby in the last minutes, bringing up images of old friend Barrie Martin jumping about screaming the virtues of being Welsh, is it a good day?
The weather was beautiful today. Once again clear blue skies and warm temperatures which reached mid 70s in the afternoon. It felt very warm.
I set off to bowls in shorts and a shirt, although taking my sweater just in case. Each time I go I sit and change my shoes next to an older couple Pat and Colin. They have been in Cyprus 15 years. I was drawn to play with Pat in our first game in which we were thrashed and I moaned to her that I was ‘useless’ today. No you weren’t she said you bowled some good ones that were only a few centimeters out. Ah I said you mean if only I bowled a few centimeters to the left my bowl would have stayed on the rink instead of going off. Yes she said and then I would have had something to bounce my rubbish bowls off. What a nice lady.
My second game was was with I was teamed with Colin. I like Colin. He is tall and thin and often the trousers he wears are from fatter days and are bunched at the waist by a large belt. He always wears and old yellow faded baseball hat and his hands are bent with arthritis, so much so that when he bowls I wonder if his bowl will ever reach the other end, but it always does. We were thrashed 14-2 in our match and at the end he says ‘We could have easily won that’. ‘How did you work that Colin?’ I asked. ‘Well if we had only got 6 more of our bowls closer to the jack it would have been 8-8 and then it would have been anyones game’. Great stuff, nice people.
Home to any empty house so I sat on the patio in the sun before Lillian and Julia arrived back from a beach walk carrying bags of small coloured stones rather than big white. Not sure what the plan is for them, but there will be. Julia sat and finished painting her stone with her name and date and we held the stone laying ceremony where it will sit and certainly be the nicest momentoe of her visit. They then went off into the hills in search of lace in the village of Lefkara, one place that had been promised for a trip all week, that had not been achieved. I excused myself as I wanted to go to the pub, but asked for them to call in on the way to the airport to say goodbye to Julia. This they did right on time of 1800 and I was able to go out and speak. It was nice having Julia here and hope she enjoyed the time. She seemed too.
In the pub I sat next to big Ken of Kiti and his wife Margaret both splendid in the red of Wales. They are members of the bowls club. Ken is a frequent writer on the Eastern Cyprus Forum website where he signs himself as Big Ken of Kiti and adds a cartoon image of Santa. He is a BIG man with white beard and long white hair worn in a pony tail. The image is right. Margaret is a Scot and yet was wearing the red of Wales. When Wales scored their winning try and after the English were disallowed theirs in the final seconds Margaret came in for some stick from rugby followers Gareth and Big Dave (another BIG man), both wearing England rugby shirts, about only following one team. Margaret replied as quick and as calm as you like .... ‘But I’m ambidextrous’. Priceless. A nice moment. Margaret relayed to Lillian that two weeks ago she was in wearing her tartan when England had played Scotland and ‘they’ had been giving her hell so it was pay back time. Nice people.
Home after the games, for another drink and a pizza, whilst we watched two episodes of Prison Break.
Supporting winning teams is not always necessary to have a good day. Today was full of nice moments.