He seems very enthusiastic about the house and keeps telling me that "when everything's finished" I will be very comfortable there.
There is no kitchen..well there is a room which is called a kitchen...but it's empty...not to mention the outside toilet (again).
My father-in-law has promised to pay for two-thirds of the cost of the work if we come up with the other third first. We have two alternatives here. We can wait for a while until Mr Ayak is earning enough to pay our third. Or I could take money on my credit card and send it now so that I will have a kitchen when I return on the 25th. So...the credit card option won...the money has already been sent and I am now relaxing considerably. Well...it could be worse couldn't it? Mr Ayak might have offered to instal the kitchen himself...and that doesn't bear thinking about, as his solution to fixing things or in fact any kind of DIY is simply to take a hammer to it. He doesn't seem to realise that there are other tools available.
So I now have two weeks remaining to enjoy my grandson and to wonder what will face me when I return home.
Life's just one big adventure isn't it?