Mr A was intending to join the crowds but I decided not to. I can think of better things to do than look at or listen to this dictator who is systematically destroying the democracy created by the great Ataturk.
As it turned out, Mr A did go into Milas, but NOT to see the VIP. He felt that there could potentially be some trouble, and thought it best to avoid the area.
However, our dear little Poppy is unwell. She has been off her food for the past week. I didn't worry about this unduly as she has always been a bit of a fussy eater, and some days doesn't eat much at all, but she suddenly went downhill late last night, becoming quite lethargic and struggling a little to get about. I stayed awake all night watching her to make sure she was OK.
Mr A phoned Mehmet this morning and even though he wasn't working today, he arranged to meet Mr A at his clinic. He examined her thoroughly but cannot find anything specific. He gave her a couple of injections, one of which is to help her regain her appetite, but other than that all we can do is to watch her closely and keep her warm. She was sick in the truck on the way back home, but this actually seemed to wake her up a little bit.
She managed to eat a little cooked chicken this evening, but otherwise she has just slept. But at least the food has stayed inside her which is promising. It's awful when they are ill but can't tell you how they feel. It's a case of having to wait and see. Fingers crossed.
I asked Mr A if he saw the VIP on his way through. He had actually been quite excited at the prospect yesterday (the Turks just love to see famous people). No he hadn't seen him, and wasn't the least bit interested, but irritated at having to get through the crowds and traffic. He was more anxious about getting Poppy to the vet. She is our Very Important