With the absebce of the old Ya-Ya the week passed delightfully. Ermioni became the happy little girl she should be, and once she realised that I was not going to forcefeed her like her granny, she stopped screaming and kicking whenever we came near the kitchen. Even Nikos stopped playing up, and we were a happy threesome that left every morning for the park.
And then it was Tuesday again. I was going to meet a group of South Afrivan nannies at Omonia Square from where we would take a bus that runs all along the coast to a place called Vouliagmeni where we would spend the day at the beach. I was one very happy woman, as I think Dorah got tired of my 1920 swimsuit, and presented me with a beautiful new one that exposed quite a lot of my bosom, and at first I was a bitty loth to put it on in public, as I was not blessed with a voluptious and goddesslike pair of breasts! But as I got a lot less attention when wearing it, I knew that I do look better!!I have met the one girl Katrien before, but the others were also very happy to include me in their group. It was a glorious beach with a lot of sunlovers basking in the hot sun, and the lot with me started to fret that they look out of place with their bikini tops on. I just laughed, as by now I was used to people looking at me, and as nobody on that beach had so much as glanced at me in my new outfit, I was happy in my full suit. But they kept on fretting, some said take the tops off, some was shy, but after a hot and lengthy discussion, it was decided that the tops had to go! So they took it off! And then they sat like statues, shoulders hunched and arms folded protectively over their exposed bosoms.  After sitting like a group of bally Meerkatte for a long time, it was decided that they would go for a swim. Oh goodness, I never laughed so much in a long long time! Like little old women, backs arched so as to make a hollow for the breasts, and arms desperately covering the rest, they reached the water, where for the next hour I never saw more than their heads bobbing up and down!  Later we took the bus back and then we went to Faliro where we sat on one of the dockside tavernas and had a lot of biera (beer) with our meal of a variety of fish, and we all got a bit sozzled and flirted outrageously with the waiters, who enjoyed it as much as we did!