A Summer Saturday Morning

Saturday morning and a slow start to the day due to no school on a Saturday. A coffee on my balcony, no cigarettes in sight since I stopped smoking on the 1st March, my two sons up and about, my potential seller rings to set an appointment for 11 am in order to show me his plot of land near to Santova.Eldest son goes with father to handle phones at the office and surf the internet to his heart's content! Youngest opts to accompany Mum in the jeep to see this plot of land but also to then take me for my first swim of the summer!Off we go in the heat of the morning, radio blaring and both of us singing along happily to the music. We meet up with my client and off we go driving along the coast road towards Kitries and turning off at Santova beach bridge because the land is located near to the village of Megali Mantineas. I then find myself having to turn off the road on to dirt track that seems to fall away from the asphalt. Seller assures me that jeep will go right down; being naive I always believe them, but luckily this time the truth was being told and we did get almost all the way down. Walked the last 100m to view a very overgrown plot of land which I am sure has a view to the sea but due to over/under growth I could only imagine. Instructed potential seller to get it cleared ASAP and also to give me all the paperwork, which they should have had in hand when we meet up, but had forgotten!!!So after walking down to the land and then back up to the jeep, luckily had left son to listen to music in the jeep parked in the shade and with ice bag with cold water (I am a good mum) I was not in the best of moods being very very hot and bothered. Got in to jeep and couldn't really turn on air con (yes I have air con nowadays, not that I really like using it, but it does come in handy on really really hot days) due to the uphill dirt road and ok the LADA doesn't have any problem tackling such dirt road it wasn't extreme although it did look that way coming down! By the time we got back on to the aspahlt I looked like a drowned rat and both son and seller where a bit worried about how hot and bothered I looked, but after assuring everyone that I wasn't about to have a stroke; seller went off on his way and son and I hit the beach. A cold lager for Mum and juice for my little Greek merman.Such is the life of a real estate agent in Kalamata.