Fotini ‘hanging out’ in Metamorfosi.
Sunday morning: Uncle Panagioti has set the table for two – him and me. Sardines, cheese, sausage, and eggs on the way. Oh, and a big bottle of ouzo Plomariou. (Editor’s note: this was followed by home made pastitsio, then a delivery of grilled chicken and chips. Switch to beer. And then wine… Help!) 
Help is on the way! Hold on, (don’t clear the table) I’ll be right over!!!