… which reached a peak a few weeks ago, has subsided to a murmur since I made that last entry. For a start, being in each other’s pockets, as it were, ( * see Footnote) doesn’t seem to bother Sophia and me, and we suddenly realised an important fact. Around the current shack, there is quite an area of rough grass, stones and chunks of concrete left behind from the building of the current edifice, an area which, other than the olive tree, is of little, even negative, value.
We are now in conversation with a local architect to have an extension built – an extension more beautiful than the original building, yet in keeping with the rural aspect.
Of course, it is immensely complicated, as you would expect, more complicated than buying new, but the advantages of developing my original house, as Petros (the architect) points out, are the relative ease of getting planning permission, the excellent views from our current location, our proximity to the road, the simplicity of connecting to water, electricity and drains. To double our floor area with a swishy new building containing a REAL bathroom and a large living area, it’s going to cost less than a second-hand BMW. We’re in no hurry. Which is probably just as well, because even minor building projects seem to last for years around here – centuries, in some cases, just ask Pisistratus.
* (footnote: Heard in a darkened room:
“Get your foot out of my pocket!”
“That’s not my foot!”
“That’s not my pocket!”)