When I woke up my laptop just now some ants scurried out from underneath it. Hot climates have their disadvantages. But I shouldn’t blame the climate; I should blame my parents. I hold them responsible for the poor construction standards in our house, which they designed. The ants can just crawl in through the wide gap between the floor and the balcony door (the same route the rainwater takes in the winter months). Ants keep appearing from under the books that litter my desk as I write this.

I remember reading a statistic on the number of spiders the average person swallows while asleep. The number was disturbingly high. Yet I am certain that those who sleep in our house lie in the thin end at the far right of the bell curve. The dense forest setting of the house must surely contribute to this. Even so, something must have attracted the ants here, and I am trying to figure out what it is. Could it be the Axon airlines ear-popping in-flight candy?

I went to a party tonight. I was not feeling up for it, but I went nonetheless. Having had no contact with my Greek peers for years, I have been thinking of them as backward compared to my trendy UK-educated friends. But no, here they are, at least as trendy, in all their funky-sixties-retro-shirt web-designing glory. I am glad I decided to go to the party.