As the days became colder, and I couldn't go out every day with Ermioni, I became a bitty bored. Sometimes a few of the nannies would assemble at Steers in Kiffisia, so I would take the bus down. It was so nice, all the pushcarts parked around us, the children quite happy to sit and "talk" to each other. One morning I found the bally old Ya-Ya in the kitchen making Ermioni's bottle, and my heart dropped right down to my shoes, as that meant that my employers were again off on one of their excursions, and I had to suffer the old woman. Shortly after Ermioni had her milk Dorah came down, explaining that they were off to France, and that both kids would stay this time. Then Petra arrived, and the luggage were brought down, and then Yannis came down in a cloud of very expensive and good smelling perfume. It is a rumour under the nannies that the men in Greece smelled better than their wives, and I had firsthand knowledge of that! But little did I know that disaster would not long stay away from me, and when Ermioni went to bed and Nikos asked me to go and have a look at his father's bikes, I had no complaint, so I told Ascala, and down we went to the basement. Yannis loved his bikes, and in the garage was a brandnew glittering monster, and also a black, very old Gold Wing that he was busy restoring. Nikos was allowed to get on the Gold Wing, according to Ascala, and I was happy to put him in the saddle, where, typically male, he whined round imaginary bends and roared on straight stretches, and I was happy that he enjoyed it so much! But then the bally child started whining and begging for me to get onto the back. To stem his tears I decided that no harm could come from getting on, so I did, and I was still busy shuffling my backside into position, when the bally bike suddenly and without warning, fell over! I screamed and saw in my mind how the two of us were going to be crushed to a pulp, but the wall was just near enough to stem the fall, and there we lay, my one leg still over the saddle, my other knee suspended in mid-air between wall and bike, while my shoulder was squashed against the wall, and it was painful. Luckily I had the savvy to try and shield the child, who was also trapped, but at least I had my arm underneath him softening his position against the wall! We SCREAMED! The garage was in the basement, and Ascala only came down to wash or iron, but my hopes for a rescue was on Spiros the gardener and handyman, as I knew he was busy in the garden and would maybe hear our screams. After what felt like a year, the outside door opened and in came Spiros, whose eyes nearly popped out of his head! He was not a big man, and his efforts to get the bike up was useless, so he gave me an encouraging smile and disappeared up the stairs! I prayed that the Ya-Ya was out, and that Ascala would come to help, but no, in strutted the old woman, and when she saw us, she had one kingsize fit instead of helping the other two. My shoulder was aching and my arm that was stuck underneath Nikos was having pins and needles, but I tried to look unconcerned to stop the old woman's tirade. After one helluva effort the two heroes managed to free us, and the scold the old woman gave me was terrific. Luckily I understood only a little! My legs were quite dead and it took a few minutes for me to stand comfortably, but I just thanked God that the child was not hurt. Ya-Ya climbed on the phone, and according to the amount of spit that flew from her yapping mouth, she was telling Dorah what a menace I was. Ok, it was stupid of me to get on that bike, but we all do silly things sometimes, even the old Ya-Ya when she damaged the BMW at Leonidios! Felt a wee bit silly though!