She's not even allowed on the sofa, let alone the bed.
'Don't look at me like that,' Mr Grigg says. 'She's been so good on this trip, I couldn't refuse.'
We can see Corfu from the cabin windows.
Someone is keen to get going.
We stop the car. Elvis, who runs the post office and who has this nickname for his unfailing ability to grab a microphone and croon whenever there is a panygyri, is sitting outside the shop. I wave that special Greek backhand wave and he smiles and says kalimera. And then he realises it is us, gets up and kisses my husband and me on both cheeks and is introduced to Artemis.
A woman in black waddles up the road and we give her a wave. She waves back, politely, and then the penny drops.
'Margarita, Andreas!' she says, as Mr Grigg walks up to greet her. There is much gabbling in Greek, Elvis pointing to Artemis and repeating her name several times and great, beaming smiles on our old friends' faces.
We sit in the plateia for iced coffee and more kisses and greetings. And then it's back to the house.
Love Maddie x