Heat exhaustion

Sometimes it’s just too hot to do anything but unfortunately that isn’t an option when you’re trying to earn a living. So although the past week has had weather which makes you just want to crawl into a fridge to sleep, I have instead been sat in front of this computer sweating buckets. Not a nice image I know so don’t dwell on it!
We have been out working as well in our new capacity as villa photographers! You really just have to go with the flow over here and take what you can, it all helps. Junior keeps piling the pressure on by saying she wants a big house where she can grow apples and carrots and have room to put her ball pool out. Trouble with that child is that she’s used to space; space for her toys; space to run around; space to make a mess really. Now we don’t have the space and we can’t close the doors on mess (because there aren’t any doors).
Anyway, back to the villa photography. For a few weeks’ now we’ve been taking pictures for a UK travel company because they didn’t have anyone else! It started off slowly because the concept of ‘dressing the shot’ was pretty alien to us but now we have a prop bag with bowls, glasses, magazines and brightly coloured towels to throw around at any location and make it look ‘attractive’. I refuse to toss in the ubiquitous straw hat though which seems to appear like the plague in any villa brochure!
The weather is significantly cooler today which is of little consolation however as I think I’ve broken my toe and am hobbling around like a geriatric at the minute. It happened last night (or very early hours of the morning to be more precise) as I was trying to empty the contents of the cat litter tray whilst stopping the kitten from escaping out of the door and telling Susie off for being lazy and not going out to go to the toilet! In the midst of all that I forgot (!) to move my foot away from the door and opened it over my toe. I can be very restrained when it’s called for, so instead of screaming until the air turned a (very dark) blue, I merely stifled a scream and went to soak my foot in cold water. On getting into bed, barely able to contain my tears, Sean woke up to ask me what was wrong, sympathised, and then went back to snoring, all within the space of 30 seconds. Empathy’s never been his strong point. Junior is at home today, so not only am I hobbling around seeing to cats and trying to work, I’m also dressing fairies and engaging in 4 year old activities. Sean, of course, being his empathetic self has gone out with no prospect of an early return.
Who said living on a small greek island was relaxing? If I find them they’re in for a slap!