Sundays are generally pretty peaceful around here. Although I didn't get very much sleep on Saturday night because there was a wedding going on in the village until the early hours, with music at full blast and the customary gunfire at regular intervals.
I hoped for a lie-in but someone had music blasting out somewhere in the village from 7am and because the wind seemed to be blowing in our direction, we had the full benefit of it.
Mr A's job finished on Saturday. It hasn't been a good season, and for him and the rest of the hamam employees it finished earlier than hoped. Not enough customers. All-inclusive holidaymakers just don't want to spend money.
We had a leisurely breakfast out in the garden...the weather is surprisingly still up in the 30s, and Mr A talked about what to do next. He really wants to get out of tourism if possible and find a "normal" job closer to home. I'm not sure how likely that is, but he intends to start looking today.
But we did have a good laugh during the afternoon. Mr A was on the balcony and I was in the kitchen when we heard screams coming from Dursune next door. A male donkey from somewhere in the village had escaped and managed to get into her garden. We knew it was a male of course, as it was..how should I put it..visibly extremely excited...and attempting to mount Dursune's female donkey.
She was doing all she could to get the donkey out of the garden, without much success, so Mr A rushed over to help. He managed to get the donkey out and tied him up outside until we could find the owner.
Dursune, meanwhile, was still screaming and shouting and very angry. She said something which I didn't quite catch, and Mr A burst out laughing. I asked what it was and apparently she said "I'm going to ring the jandarma..my donkey is not a prostitute!" She was deadly serious.
We're still chuckling today!