It was late morning on Saturday. Mr A was on his way back from Milas, and I was pottering around in the kitchen. Poppy was outside barking furiously at the gate, which usually means there's someone there. I popped out to have a look, and lo and behold...the in-laws.
They haven't been to visit for a year now...thank goodness. In fact Mr A had said that they wouldn't be coming again as they have undertaken another retirement project. My brother-in-law Yakup has a house in the countryside, nearer Ankara, which FIL gave him. It has a lot of land, so FIL is building a house there for him and MIL Naturally I am pleased about this because it means I no longer have to put up with FIL's hateful comments (always when Mr A is out of earshot).
I have also learned that although MIL is always very sweet to me, she often encourages FIL's attitude towards me. I can't stand people who are two-faced. At least FIL is honest in how he feels about me.
Unfortunately, earlier that morning, Mr A and I had had a huge row. We hadn't had chance to resolve things, so weren't talking. Don't you just hate it when people turn up when you're in that situation, and even though you are seething, you feel the need to put on a brave face?
So there they are...turning up unannounced. All the way from Ankara. How hard is it to make a phone call to say they're coming? Of course I should be used to this. It isn't the first time it has happened. I used to think it must be a cultural thing. It's not...it's just bloody rude.
They walked through the gate and I welcomed them with a smile (through gritted teeth). Mr A returned and they sat outside. Mr A asked me to make tea. That annoyed me. Of course I was about to do so, but because we weren't exactly on good terms, I resented him telling me what to do. I served tea and sat with them, but was totally ignored and excluded from the conversation.
Apparently they had come to collect household items that they had stored in the old house, so the three of them set about removing them and carrying down to FIL's truck down the hill. In the meantime, I made a large pot of cauliflower soup. I had very little food in the fridge as we were about to go shopping. A couple of hours later, Mr A came into the house and asked me what I had prepared for lunch. He saw the soup and said "Is that all?" My response was that if people turn up out of the blue, I can hardly be expected to produce a 3 course meal.
There was some cooked chicken in the fridge so I sliced that. Also some salami, which we don't particularly like, but Poppy does. So I added that to the chicken with some tomatoes, and bread. They only ate the soup anyway and didn't touch the meat.
Mr A insisted they stay the night. I made up the beds and they went to bed early.
They were up at the crack of dawn on Sunday and ready to go. I offered them breakfast but they declined. I said goodbye and they left, with Mr A following on the motorbike. I assumed he was going into the village to get bread. More than an hour passed. I phoned Mr A to ask if he was bringing bread for breakfast. He said he and his parents were down on the land doing some work. I asked if he wanted breakfast. No, he had already eaten breakfast with his parents, as they had brought food with them. Excluded again...I think I get the message.
I have never known such rudeness from anyone. And I am still not best pleased with Mr A for appearing on this occasion to collude with them.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here.