Sunday, 18 March 2012
It's Sunday and I was looking forward to quiet day sitting out on the balcony. The sun was shining and the wind has dropped and at one point the temperature reached 19 degrees...very pleasant.
However, it certainly hasn't been a quiet day. From late morning onwards, people were gathering in the garden of the house next door but one from us. They were there to mark the 40 days of mourning of the death of the old man who lived in the house just below us. This meant that the prayers being called for him from the mosque lasted about two hours.
For some reason, these prayers always set my dogs barking. It's strange because they never bark during the normal calls to prayer which occur five times a day. Maybe two hours is just too much for them, as it is for me! Anyway, not wishing to disturb the mourners prayers, I shut the dogs in the house.
Mr A arrived home just after midday, and as soon as the mosque was silent, he started on his woodwork...again! This time he decided to remove part of the wooden fence and insert a gate. Not satisfied with one job, he then built some wooden steps leading from the gate into the garden. The afternoon was spent listening to the noise of the electric saw, sander, hammer and nails.
Before he had finished, wedding celebrations started down in the village, so we now had music blasting out from loudspeakers. And when I say blasting out, I mean just that. Anyone familiar with Turkish weddings will know just how loud the Turks like their music.
It's nearly 10pm now and the wedding is still in full swing. In the meantime, Mehmet from up the road has joined Mr A on our balcony for a chat. I have taken myself off to the bedroom, where it's slightly less noisy, but Mr A is shouting. Mehmet is almost completely deaf, so shouting is the only way to communicate with him.
Maybe tomorrow will be quieter.