Friday, 27 May 2011
Unfortunately, the gas bottle had run out. These are very large, heavy bottles, and in most areas I have just phoned to order a new one, which is delivered, paid for, and the old one taken way...usually within an hour.
But no such service exists in this village. So I always have to wait until Mr A is around to get a new one for me. I did once manage to find one at the village shop and on that occasion persuaded the shopkeeper to get a man with a tractor to bring it to the house, but he wasn't happy and I've no intention of asking him again. In any case I can't afford to pay for it at the moment.
You may remember that the electric oven packed up a couple of months ago. I've been managing without it (well I was away for a month so it didn't matter that it wasn't working) but at least it would have been useful now that I don't have gas for the hob.
Being my usual resourceful self I filled a mug with water and placed it in the microwave to heat up. No such luck...we had a power cut. And it remained off for the next two hours. I was desperate for a coffee. I went out to rummage in the old house. I found a tiny gas bottle with a trivet (don't know if that's the right word) on the top which I think FIL uses when he's here to brew his tea when they're working on the land. So I managed to boil the kettle on it and make my much needed coffee. However, it feels almost empty so I'll have to search for one in the village tomorrow or get the bus into Milas to find one.
My laptop is playing up. The screen has been shaking for months. I don't know what's causing it. My mouse also died whilst I was in England but my lovely brother bought me a new one as part of an early birthday present. Also yesterday and today I've had problems with MSN and can only access my hotmail inbox occasionally. My keys are also sticking which is really irritatng. I think this laptop needs a service but again it will have to wait.
The latest on Mr A's job: He is still being expected to leave at the end of the month. He is being made to feel very uncomfortable with constant reminders and jibes from the manager about losing the big order. He's had enough. Yesterday he sold 20,000 euros worth of carpets...and of course praise replaced the criticism. He has a feeling that because of this they will ask him to stay after all, but I have a feeling he will wait till the end of the month, until he gets his salary and tell them to stick the job where the sun doesn't shine...and I don't blame him. Well this is what he told me last night, but he may well change his mind of course...he is a man after all!
So if he leaves, he will come home and find a job in Bodrum. Which means I can get him to deal with these infuriating problems. If he stays there...I'll move there too and leave the problems behind.
Whatever happens....the exasperation should end within the next couple of weeks!