The woman for whom I’m currently cat-sitting rents a yoga/massage studio on the other side of Athens from her apartment.
Said studio has some plants that need regular attention. So she asked me if I would go over once a week to water the plants, both inside and on the small terrace.
So yesterday, a week after I arrived, I duly set out via the metro to do the watering.
That was fine. Sort of. Because when I got to the supposed address and tried to get in I couldn’t. Fortunately for me, a workman seeing me struggling to unlock the entrance door (keys again!), came over to help. He soon realised I was trying the door to number 15 not 13!