Sunday 2 June  -  St Julian's
The day started with that ominous dripping sound once I had finished the dishes. However, Peter was happy and content to ring our landlord (again), give him the soggy news and then lock the door to go out for the day. When we returned, there was a bucket placed in a strategic position. I guess Maltese plumbers double their hourly  rate on Sundays just like Auckland ones do.

We have established a few friends at the bus station now. Our leaking flat is so well positioned just down the road and around the corner from the hub of the area. We've got it all sussed now, of course, and just swan off for the day. We've even learned how to jump the bus queues and elbow our way in. We don't need to really because we're so much older than anyone else, and they have to give up their front seats for the elderly. Such a good idea.
We found our way to Sliema where everyone hops off and catches whatever they hold tickets for. Ours
were for the Harbour.Cruise which was a freebie from our dear Josef for doing all our bookings through his company. It was a beautiful day, although still not particularly warm, and off we tootled in our pretty little boat. Our sort of cruise boat. An hour took us slowly through the three harbours. I accepted the glass of wine just like posh people have on cruises. We glided passed two gigantic cruise boats which dwarfed us completely, but of course we could squeeze into all the nooks and crannies of the coastline. Once again the commentary made it all so very interesting.
When we returned, Peter was in need of nourishment having missed out on the morning offering, so I took him to the Mark's & Spencer's cafe which put me in credit. It's an Ezibuy sort of a shop and again I could find a must-have in their sale. Nothing like a bit of retail therapy for a girl.  Peter found himself a husband chair so plugged in his audiobook. All good.
All of that gave us the courage to travel by public transport for the remainder of our day. €1.50 got us sailing across to Valetta to explore on our own.  Then when we'd clocked up 12,000 steps we spent another €1.50 to bus back to St Julians. So incredibly easy and cheap. The bus stops right at our corner!!

Only one more day to go now. We'll have yet another go at St John's Co-cathedral. There sure weren't  any queues there today. Most places were shut. A day's respite from pesky tourists.