This is a story of two people who couldn’t be more different: Alexandra, a product of Greek Fire. Born into the cradle of civilization. Weaned on the teachings of ancient Greek philosophers, thrilled by the bravery of Spartans and thousands of years of cultural heritage.
And Peter, her future husband, a tea-drinking, digestive-dunking product of British society. Working to make a living with no real ambitions or dreams. But then, he fell in love and everything changed.
At times hilarious, always embarrassing, Peter’s story of how he became Greek enough to live with a Greek family includes a near-death experience on a mountain road, eccentric aunts, Greek bureaucracy, melting flip flops, and the decision to demolish the much-loved family home, replacing it with a five-storey apartment block, complete with a Parthenon on the roof terrace.
To cap it all, someone thought it a good idea to put Peter in charge of the rebuild project, despite not speaking a word of Greek or being able to read Greek contracts. What could possibly go wrong?
Such an entertaining read – and a real pleasure to work on.