Black Friday, a large rhubarb of silly proportions and a new terminology to us rural Greek folk. Apparently it’s when people in the U.S and now spread to the U.K. stampede and maul each other in hordes to acquire something on the first day of Xmas sales. THE day after they pledged to being thankful for all they have. Now we know why it is called Black Friday!!

Best wishes to all from the Comet

So in the blatant interest of self promotion here is rhubarb from our little village, a rhubarb that should bring festive cheer and happy Xmas to all who participate. An ideal festive season gift (and no it is not for sale at Dimitra’s supermarket), it’s a plant, and excuse to include ourselves with her modest decorations and wish all happy joyful wot-sits and good health for 2015 from the Comet Corporation, as in Jennifer and myself.

It appears we may have touched a nerve and have come across and trying to blacken the nations of Britain and the States with this rhubarb, for which we apologize profusely. We misinformed rural Hellenophiles  often get our international news source from places as unreliable as CNN and BBC, our local news is impeccable however. Gossip here is always on the money, and our object at the Comet is to take the piss out of life, everyone and most of all ourselves. Please in future when and if you consult this site, bear in mind, it is written with a tongue-in-a-cheek. So have a nice day and enjoy the hols. Ed.

We inmates of Kamini do not define when the seasons change by dates and calenders, but by when dining establishments open and close.

Official Closing Hours in Kamini

It is officially winter when the last taverna shuts down for the season. The last hours at the Kodelania restaurant this week. Chances of a meal out in the village will most likely only occur for carnival next spring.

Closing Sunset at the Office

Our ‘Off Season’ Sky

A century on; our little tribute. A wartime small field artillery shell and the closest thing we could find to a poppy around here.

R.I.P.

At the traditional Roger-poem-reading for the closing of Pirofani, a certain colourful Barefoot Countess, who shall remain nameless, was heard to say, “I haven’t always liked your poetry, but this was a great one”. Bravo Rog and thanks Theo for yet another grand summer.

Anyone who has strolled through Kamini in the past four decades will recognize the generous hat feeding cats. For those who do not, meet Valerie.

She feeds the local strays/street felines of our village daily, year in year out. Valerie however does not get the appreciation she deserves for her charitable efforts.

No, she is not some eccentric wealthy lady who has nothing better to do but make a hobby out of feeding the local herd of cats, but a person who does so purely for the well being and good of the community. Seeing sick and flu ridden cats on our local paths is a very sad thing to behold. Kind folk have donated to the cause but it doesn’t stretch. She needs help.

“I say to people,” she explains,”come on a feeding walk with me and see how much time, money and effort it takes to keep our cat population healthy. They need more than just kibble otherwise they will get sick and then trying to treat forty sick cats becomes a serious problem”

The Comet admires and salutes our kitty ‘mother Teresa’… thank you Valerie for all your kind trouble.