It's not often I realise how much I have become part of this village way of life. I seem to kind of blend in.
My clothes become more village-like by the day, particularly in the oppressive heat we are experiencing at the moment. I spend my day in my pyjamas, or baggy linen trousers, which don't look out of place at all. I'm beginning to look more like my neighbours these days. Give me a headscarf and you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
Although I shower every day, I tend to neglect de-fuzzing my legs, or tidying my nails. And my feet are a disgrace. But there's no-one here who notices or cares.
However, occasionally I make a decision to get out. Tomorrow I intend to go to Bodrum to meet up with a friend, spend some time with Mr A at the hotel, and do a big shop in one of the many supermarkets available, which stock far more than those in Milas.
This evening I took a close look at my fingernails. They were disgusting. Admittedly I had just been
watering the garden, picking tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers, and removing weeds from flower pots. So once finished, I tidied up my nails and gave them a coat of clear polish. Then the feet...well I've done the best I can, but I really need to have a good pedicure.
Into the shower, shaved the legs, exfoliated, and moisturised. I am beginning to feel almost human again. Next, finding something half decent to wear in my wardrobe.
Of course I should make more of an effort with these things, but I actually quite like being a slob most of the time. Although it gives me so much to sort out when I do decide to escape from the village.
A little bit of sad news. Dursune's donkey has finally passed away. She told me this morning and we both shed a few tears. I think the heat was probably the final straw. Bless Dursune's heart. She had continued to feed the donkey, and wash her down every day up until the end. But it's a relief, because she didn't seem to suffer unnecessarily.