Thankfully, me and Lydia were rescued by Nikos and Elena from the building site we used to call home and whisked us off to the beach yesterday afternoon. So, instead of having to endure the sound of construction from four different projects (at latest count) and the completely unamusing musings of Mr Megaphone (imagine Alf Garnet meets Fidel Castro) we spent a few hours swimming on the beach at Sani.
I haven't been there for at last five years and I was pleasantly surprised by the makeover the place has had, walking around the marina and the immaculately kept grounds of the hotel you could easily imagine that you were in some swanky resort in the south of France.
Alas, today it's back to the sounds of the city. Like I said, sanity, who needs it?