you have a day when everything goes right...for a change.
Today has been one such day. For a start the weather has been lovely. Temperatures hit 19 degrees C at one point, a far cry from the past week or so which has seen constant rain and minus temps at night.
There's one tiny fly in the ointment though, so I'll get that out of the way. It's likely that Mr A will not be home until around 17th April. Not even for a flying visit. I was checking flights on line yesterday, as I do most days, with a view to booking my trip to England in April. The prices had come down in the last couple of days. A sure sign that they are likely to start rising again between now and April (something I have learned before to my cost). So I took the plunge and booked to go on 18th April, returning home on 30th. This means I will be there for Billy's birthday on the 23rd and Jimi's on the 29th.
Mr A is entitled to one day a week off work, but he's not planning to take them because he thinks he may be tempted to spend money, and he needs to save as much as possible for a vehicle, be it car or motorbike. He will need this when he starts working in Bodrum this summer. He would have worked until the end of April in Istanbul, but will now save up all his days off and return on the 17th, to look after the dogs when I to go to England.
The sun shining this morning spurred me into action. I needed to somehow get a new gas bottle. The small one I was using has something wrong with the connection to the trivet and I can smell gas, so I've disconnected it. And I can't possibly manage without one until Mr A returns.
I went down to see the village shopkeeper to ask him where I could get a gas bottle, or if he knew someone who would collect one from Milas for me and deliver it to my house. He scratched his head, chatted with a couple of men outside the teahouse, then told me he would get one for me. I was delighted and said I would happily pay for his petrol if he could bring it up to my house.
You might be thinking that this all sounds so easy, and why didn't I think of it before, but you need to understand that not only is my Turkish limited (I can only converse in the present tense) but the village dialect is almost impossible to understand. It's essential on these occasions to have hands that one can use for a kind of sign language.
I set off to Milas to get shopping and some money to pay for the gas. The cost of the bottle was 67 lira and the man agreed on 80 lira which would also cover the cost of petrol...a pretty good deal.
I called in at the post office to check my box. I had been waiting for a parcel from England which should have arrived well over a week ago. I had checked three times previously and nothing. Having organised the gas bottle, I was feeling more confident so I went off to the sorting office and asked about my parcel. Two men searched for me and eventually it was found in a cupboard. It would seem that because the parcel was too large for my small postbox, they should have left a slip of paper in the box telling me to collect it from the office. Unfortunately they had forgotten to do this and the parcel had been in the cupboard for some time.
My gas bottle arrived about an hour after I returned home. The dogs will be delighted because now I can cook their pasta and chicken livers perfectly. The last lot of pasta I cooked for them on the small gas bottle turned out like chewing-gum...and they turned up their noses in disgust. It won't be wasted of course because the street dogs and cats will think it's a real treat.
This afternoon I cleaned my cooker..my least favourite job but it was long overdue.
I also lit my very first bonfire. Bonfires scare me a bit and I tend to keep away from them. But I had been sorting out old paperwork this week and as I don't have a shredder, burning it seemed the best solution and again I felt I needed to start doing more of the jobs that I usually leave for Mr A.
If the weather is good tomorrow I may tackle Mr A's shed. It's an absolute mess because he has been sawing wood in there and everything is covered in sawdust, and his tools are all scattered about.
I seem to have set myself a challenge...to eliminate Mr A's "jobs to do" list. He will get quite a shock when he comes home.