Name Day

Happy Name Day to all us Chrises out there. Chronia Polla!

Here in the birthplace of democracy, name days are more important than birthdays and one stays home so that friends can call with gifts and good wishes and raspy embraces and tender kisses.

I am working in the garden alongside Maman who is like a spider in her web, pointing out that any pals who come calling can join me in my toil.

I fear she is not jesting. Any fragrant ladies who call will be in their silken finery which will cut no ice with mother who will simply suggest they defrock and wear one of her jardinerie jeans and tatty T-shirt.

My camera is ready to snap the unwary.