Before he left he popped into the village shop to get me some cartons of milk. They only had one but the shopkeeper knew Mr A was heading off to Istanbul, so he offered to get some more for me on Monday, to save me having to go into Milas. I went down to the shop on Monday afternoon and sure enough my milk was waiting for me. The man kindly offered to get me anything heavy that I needed from Milas while Mr A was away, to save me the trouble.
It got me thinking about the people in this village. They do tend to be a bit nosy. They always ask where you're going or where you've been if they happen to meet you on the lanes. But they really are very helpful and genuinely care about my welfare. They will share fruit from their gardens, meals they have cooked. The woman next door often gives me one or two eggs that her hens have laid. I reciprocate of course by sharing my homemade cakes, shortbread and lemon curd, and bring them sweets and biscuits back from England on my trips.
When I went over to Aydin to visit Gwen last week, I needed to get from the village to the main road to pick up the bus, but instead of having to catch the village dolmuş, one of Mr A's friends from the teahouse gave me a lift in his car to the end of the village and waited to flag down the bus. He and Mr A also collected me from the same place when I returned home.
Mehmet, who lives at the top of the hill behind our house always looks out for my post in the village when it arrives every week from Milas, and brings it up to the house for me. He also proved to be very helpful when Mr A was rebuilding the garden wall, often spending hours helping him to shift heavy rocks and sand.
I won't forget how kind my neighbour Şevke was when I was in England for the birth of my second grandson. Mr A was looking after the dogs, but he was also working and didn't have time to cook food for them, so Şevke kindly boiled up several lots of chicken livers and pasta for them. She's afraid of dogs so if her granddaughter was around she would come into the garden to feed them. If not, our friend Mehmet would do it, and he also took responsibility for making sure they had fresh water. He loves our dogs and always stops to talk to them through the gate when he's passing.
Mr A spent all of yesterday walking the streets of Istanbul looking for work. Nothing. While he was there he received a call about the possibility of another job in Kusadasi to start around 15th February. It's another case of just " wait and see". Mr A flew back home late last night and went out at 9.00am this morning, with a friend, to see about some building work going on in and around Bodrum. He arrived home at 7.30pm...totally drenched...because the rain today has been relentless. He will know within the next week if there's work for him on a building site between here and Bodrum.
In the meantime, here are a few pics of some of our lovely village people:
|Our friend Mehmet|
|Bread in the shape of the star and crescent from the Turkish flag, made by one of the women from the village|
|One of Mr A's elderly friends in the teahouse|