...Mr A is useless at it. I'm the one in this marriage who has to be careful with money. Winter is particularly difficult, and I pride myself on being able to economise. I don't waste electricity or water, and I can make a chicken last a whole week with a bit of imagination.
Mr A, on the other hand, plans one day at a time. If he has money he will spend it. If he doesn't have money he will sell something. We have many disagreements over his attitude towards money. He appears to listen and promises to change his ways, but he has a short memory.
When he has money he will go out and buy the food shopping. I give him a list...which he vaguely sticks to...but he is extravagant..he just can't help himself. He will come home with all kinds of expensive food which means we live like kings for a week...then it's back to homemade soup.
He is still working on the garden. He had enough money to do the balcony roof and rebuild the wall around the garden. This was sufficient for the time being, but because he is still waiting to hear when he can start a winter job in Istanbul, he thought he would make some more improvements to the garden.
He has built another wall to cut off the top of the garden (to replace the wooden fence which was demolished by the tractor delivering sand and cement). But then he decided that all the chicken wire needed to be replaced and that he would build a wooden fence. To do this properly, he would need to level off part of the uneven driveway with concrete. But not happy with just repairing this, he thought the whole driveway should be cemented.
I know I shouldn't criticise him for his enthusiasm. He has worked flat out for the past month and has made such a good job of it all that word has spread around the village and people are turning up daily to admire his efforts. But I would rather he had made proper plans and budgeted for this work to be done over a longer period of time.
I would post up some photos but my camera isn't working very well. (I'll give it another go today).
Mr A could take lots of pics with his iPhone of course...except that he sold it last week to pay for wood and the last lot of cement and sand.
Even though I'm not always happy about him going away to work, I can't wait for him to get the call from Istanbul so that he can start work and stop spending money that he can't afford.
Having previewed this post before publishing, I think I must come across as being very ungrateful. I could be married to a typical Turkish man who spends the entire winter in the teahouse. At least Mr A isn't sitting on his backside doing nothing.
Perhaps I need to relax a bit more and stop worrying about things I can't change!