Saturday, 7 January 2012
Surviving winter weather
It's pretty much typical for January, but being stuck at the top of the hill in this remote village makes us feel very isolated.
I'm content to stay in bed to keep warm and dry, but Mr A is like a caged animal. He can't cope with being inside the house for too long. So most days he will brave the elements and slide down the hill on his motorbike and spend a couple of hours in the village teahouse. Otherwise he will make a mad dash for his beloved shed and cut up wood or drill things...I have no idea what he is drilling but it keeps him occupied.
The dogs are extremely reluctant to set foot outside and Mr A has been forced to carry them out one by one and insist they go to the toilet.
In readiness for the rain this winter, Mr A spent a considerable amount of time sealing up all the leaks in walls and window frames...or so he thought. It hasn't worked. Thank goodness we have lots of towels left over from the hamam business as these are being put to good use, stacked up around the skirting boards and underneath windows to mop up the water.
The wind has been blowing full force in one direction bringing the rain with it, resulting in water pouring in one end of the sitting room. We have had to move the furniture to the other end and take up the rugs. The fitted carpet is now drenched. It's spreading and every couple of hours we move the furniture further away from it.
The bedroom window is leaking and we have towels on the window sill and the floor to soak up the water. Two of the kitchen windows are also leaking. It's worse than last year. If we hadn't recently had the roof built over the balcony, it would be far worse...we may have had to relocate to Mr A's shed by now.
There is one room that is habitable...the spare bedroom. We have moved the soba (wood burning stove) in there and although this room is prone to damp walls, having the soba lit day and night has helped to prevent this. It's cosy...up to a point...but after a while it's far too hot for me. Mr A like most Turks, loves hot rooms, and so do the dogs. So the three of them are sleeping in there and I am back in the bedroom listening to the drip, drip, drip of water coming through the window frame.
There will be a lot of work to be done before next winter to make sure that this house is really waterproof, but in the meantime we will just sit it out for now.
As usual, when Spring arrives, and the sun is shining...all this will be a distant memory..