'What about Book Club?' says the Fragrant Mrs Putter.
'Discussion by Skype?' I suggest.
'Who's going to be village hall chairman?' Mr Loggins wails.
'Somebody else?' Mr Grigg says.
'You can't go, you'll miss the harvest supper. We want Mr Grigg and his crew to do their YMCA routine as a finale,' says the parson's daughter.
Celebrity Farmer's mother says: 'You've got come back to organise the fun day next year.'
Well, we won't. And village life will go on.
'No it won't,' says someone else. 'It won't be the same without you.'
It's flattering, all of this, but the village will still exist, things will still happen. Other people will step up to the plate and become catalysts.Lots of exciting things are on the horizon. It's just that we won't be there for some of them.
Like the unveiling of the village shop, which has been closed for far too long.
When it re-opens in October, thanks to an army of volunteers and people who have bought shares in this village enterprise (us included), we'll miss the grand opening. We'll be driving down to Ancona to catch a ferry, if the car makes it.
|Lost in Puglia 2007|
We will miss all these things, but they will still happen without us.
Meanwhile, Mr Grigg and I will be learning Greek, practising backgammon so he can thrash the natives in the sleepy village square, perfecting octopus in red sauce and breathing in the Corfu air long after the tourists have left.
And after twelve months, I expect the Corfiots will be glad to see the back of us.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x