The weather on Tuesday was glorious. I should know by now not to tempt fate by talking about the weather, because as soon as I declare that summer is practically here, it changes.
We rescued them and put them safely in the shed, and then removed chairs and table from the balcony, together with anything else that wasn't fixed to the ground.
We had attached another old throw over the top of the gazebo as shelter from the sun. It was so firmly fixed that we were unable to remove it. The sofa was also too heavy to move, so it was safe to leave where it was.
And then a storm was added to the gale force wind, and down came the rain. It lasted all night. Yesterday was spent cleaning up. The sofa was drenched, and the throw on the top of the gazebo had been reduced to shreds.
Sammy and Blondie had slept in the shed, and Megan in the shelter. Unfortunately, they started barking at around 5am, because they could see another dog up the hill at the back of the house.
Our neighbour, Sevke, has spent most of today moaning at me about the barking. I apologised and was very polite at first, but after a while I was just sick of it. They don't bark at night as a rule, unless someone passes by, and it's just briefly. There are however dogs barking all over the village, all night long. I told Sevke that if she had a problem with dogs barking, then she should not only complain about mine, but that she should mention it to the owners of all the other dogs in the village. She shut up. Just as well, as I might just have mentioned that when her family visits, their loud chattering on her terrace until 2 or 3am keeps me awake. I'll save that one until the next time she complains.
I do sometimes feel that as the only foreigner here I'm an easy target. It seems acceptable to complain or criticise me, when they totally overlook unacceptable behaviour by other villagers. Mr A says I should take no notice, but it does affect me, and it only ever happens when he's not around.
And talking about being unpredictable, I mistakenly thought that neutering would settle the dogs. It has definitely worked with Megan and Blondie, but Sammy seems to have become even more lively. Apart from his constant attempts to mount Megan, he is dashing around all over the place, almost like he is trying to prove that removing his testicles, doesn't make him any less of a man!
Something a little more predictable, was an email Mr A received from his father. I am not going into detail but suffice to say he was quite insulting about me. He thinks he can control his son's life, and probably hopes that he can drive a wedge between Mr A and I. I have sent him an email telling him a few home truths. I have said all the things that I've been storing up and festering over for years. Of course I showed it to Mr A first, and he had no objections. It's probably easier for me to be blunt with his father than he can.
A bit of a shitty day really, but I refuse to be browbeaten by anyone.