...not that I have much to write about. It's that time of year. Too hot to do anything.
I continue with my nocturnal habits. It's the dogs' fault. They sleep all day because they're too hot, and as soon as the temperature drops at night, they start barking. It's not continual, fortunately, but it always seems to happen just as I've dropped off to sleep. There's no real reason for them to bark. No trespassers, or someone trying to break in. They'll see a cat wandering about, or they'll hear another dog in the distance, and feel they need to join in.
They go out for a run early morning, and again in the evening, returning covered in those little prickly burrs, which are difficult to get out of the short-haired Blondie and Freddie, and impossible to remove from long-haired Sammy and Megan. Megan has also taken a liking to rolling in something rather unpleasant...probably cow excrement....anyway it stinks. I cannot keep her still enough to wash her, so have resorted to spraying her with airfreshener for the time being. It's not ideal, but it will have to do until Mr A gets back.
Freddie is systematically destroying everything in sight. The old sofa which Blondie once chewed a hole in, and I repaired, is on the balcony and Megan sleeps on it. However, this morning when I got up, the seat cushions were demolished, and the stuffing all over the balcony. I have spent several hours today restuffing it, and sewing a huge patch to cover it up. How long that will last, goodness knows.
Mr A is still working at a hotel hamam in Gumbet. He is on commission only, and business isn't very good. People are just not spending money. He has been trying to save money for the winter but isn't doing terribly well. We have work to do on the house, mainly to deal with the water leaking through ceilings and damp coming through the walls, and rooms need redecorating. The dry stone wall needs to be rebuilt at the back of the house. But if he hasn't earned enough money by the time he finishes at the end of September, then he will probably have to go away to work during the winter.
Sometimes it feels like we are leading completely separate lives. He only manages to get home once a week, and then it's only for 2 or 3 hours, whilst I do his washing, and he falls asleep. Most of our communication is done on the phone.
This may make you smile......just when I thought he had got over his wordwork phase, he now informs me that he is going to make an L-shaped sofa for the living room, if he has time this winter. He will then get some large cushions made and fabric to cover them.
Our sofa and armchairs do need replacing, but I had set my heart on some rather lovely L-shaped sofas I'd seen in Ikea. However, they are too expensive, so Mr A insists he will make one. And he says it will be better than the Ikea ones, because it will have cupboards for storage underneath.
Hmmm...watch this space!