Thoughts on looking at a Daisy

A morning of helping the daughter with her wedding preparation (no, not her wedding, her pal Olivia's). First visit to the garage for her - she was impressed at the music set up out there. Less so with the piss bottle. She should have brought her shepee and tried it out.
Then ironing and washing the car, and a birl along the canal for the old maw. And finally a brief bit of time for myself.
What about those Greeks though? Fairly thumbing the nose at the technocrats, the Brussels bureaucrats, the hated Troika, the German bankers. What was that old cynical saying (which I hate) about, 'if voting changed anything, they'd abolish it'? It's probably correct, mind. Well, in this case.