After the phone was "fixed" last Friday, the line went dead again early on Saturday. After some shouting by Mr A on the phone to Milas, he was promised that it would be fixed on Monday (yesterday).
The engineers turned up at around 9am. They informed Mr A that it would only take an hour to sort out. I assume they mean an hour of Turkish time which is likely to be more like two hours.
As soon as they started work on the telephone line, I lost my internet connection, so I busied myself cooking. Mercimek soup, a chicken casserole, some cupcakes filled with lemon curd.
An hour passed, then two, then three, and still no sign of phone or internet working. One of the engineers came to our gate and asked for a hammer. For goodness sake, do Turkish workmen ever carry tools? Actually they usually don't. You'd be amazed at some of the things they ask for. For example they will request a ladder for something that needs doing on the roof. Like the time the solar panels and tank were faulty. Wouldn't you assume that specialists in this field would have a ladder?
Mr A had been off collecting some sand and returned at 2pm, assuming that the phone would be working. It wasn't and he started to shout at the engineers. He then came into the house and started shouting at me...well it was more shouting TO me about the useless engineers, at which point he checked the phone...found it to still be dead and promptly threw it on the floor, and it broke.
Which brings me to the subject of anger and how to manage it. Mr A is by nature a fairly placid man, but in the past year or so (particularly since his grandparents died, although I'm not sure this is connected) he seems to have a very short fuse. He gets angry at the slightest thing, and will often smash a plate or cup or anything else to hand.
He is always remorseful afterwards, but then sinks into a depression which can last for days. I have tried to encourage him to see a psychiatrist, but there is still such a stigma here about such things. Sadly, there is a high rate of suicide amongst men in Turkey, so I feel certain that their male pride prevents them from getting the help they need.
In England we're more open to mental health issues. There are anger management classes which would be ideal for someone like Mr A. But there is little on offer here.
He has promised me today that he will "think" about seeing a psychiatrist. He admits that he has a problem and it's making him unhappy. I'm hoping he'll keep his promise.