And so the countdown really begins as we start to pack up, throw out and generally sort through the house.
With gifts of English provisions such as Jacobs Cream Crackers and Marmite from Darling Loggins, Manuka honey hand cream from Pelly Sheepwash and four pairs of silky and lacy knickers from the fragrant Mrs Putter (what was she thinking of?), I am almost ready for my Big Fat Greek Gap Year.
But tonight we celebrate The Enchanted Village and its special people, the people who worked for weeks to put on four fun-filled days over the Diamond Jubilee weekend.
It is our annual thank you party and people have brought enough loaves and fishes to feed the five thousand. There is dancing to The Macarena and Cha-Cha Slide, led by Randy Munchkin and The Loveliest Lady in the Village.
And then there is a lull when my iPod freezes on Born to Be Wild, giving Mr Loggins the chance to step in and say a few words.
'We're going to miss you two,' he says. 'But if anyone's going to fix the Greek economy it's Mr Grigg.'
I don't know how he works that one out. Unless Mr Grigg is going to bathe in olive oil and drink six bottles of Metaxa a week.
'But what we wanted to say,' Mr Loggins says, with the hall buzzing with about seventy people, one of whom has just won a bottle of Liebfraumilch I won on the tombola two months ago, 'is good luck. And we'll keep the flame alive while you're gone.'
A signed card and what I suspect is a hugely expensive box of hand-made, holiday-themed biscuits procured by Mrs Bancroft from the internet, is handed over to rousing applause.
The iPod fixed, we dance the night away to Abba, put on just for Mamma Mia, before clearing up and heading for bed. But not before Mr Grigg and I take to the floor alone and smooch to Can't Help Falling In Love With You.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x