Pearl Harbor Day

It’s been a fairly exciting day – no knitting. I did get back into the sitting room yesterday evening and did a (very little) bit while watching a Panorama program about the private equity firms which own and profit from care homes. Maybe I can profit from that experience to get back in there this evening.

Today’s excitement stemmed from (a) a toothache which Daniela has been suffering from, badly, for a couple of months; and (b) an accountant who has been engaged to straighten out my income tax.

We (=Helen and I)  packed Daniela off to our expensive local dentist, who thinks the problem is due to a root canal job begun but not completed when she was in Rumania in the summer. But even he was a bit uncertain. Helen went along to translate. Both are fluent in Greek, although that is not (obviously) the first language of either.

The accountant came in the afternoon and seemed very competent and efficient. It’s going to cost a lot – in her fees, and perhaps in unpaid income tax. But I will feel at peace with the world. Which I do anyway, by dint of not thinking about income tax.

 

We haven’t heard from Franklin in the last few days.