Frank sunny (sonny? son?) is there another word for luvver?
I have only scratched the surface.
In spite of our reputation Jen and me really appreciate the finer things of life and have done plenty of it. But in Arillas we also realise we have only scratched the surface. But what a surface... ticks boxes, satisfies needs, turns on...
I was deadly serious - in 1973 the Arillas Hippies (thank luvver Eileen for the title) would quite easily have slipped into a simple life in Arillas. Who knows, we would now be welcoming guests to our taverna on the seafront. Me in the kitchen learning traditional Corfiot dishes (from Roula at Brouklis) and trying to make them new and sexy like Thalassa does, and Jen chatting up the customers in the front of house. Subscribing to arillas.com and being part of it all. Ah dreams... Never happened though.
But we have no regrets. Non, rien de rien, non je ne regret rien.... En francais? non peut etre. nous ne regret rien...
The tent on the beach really appeals to me next week. To share with our great Arillas friends in the Easter celebrations would be so special to us both, and and and...
o well, back to my padded cell...
Phil