I hate it when Mr A goes away. There never seems to be a balance in the time we have together. It's all or nothing. He is here all winter, without work, and sometimes I feel it would be good to have a break from him, and then he goes away to work, which he did on Thursday, and I have no idea when I will see him again.
As I anticipated, this 5% commission only job in Kusadasi isn't working out terribly well. There aren't many customers and he isn't earning any money. He has a further four days before the next lot of arrivals at the hotel, so there will be a lot of sitting around doing nothing...and earning nothing. I knew this would happen. I tried to tell him, but he's a man...and they know best of course...
In the meantime, I continue to look after my dogs, and Mr A has phoned both the estate café owner who is feeding the dogs there, and also the teahouse man who feeds the dogs in the village, and all is going to plan, so there is no need for me to check on them just yet.
Well this post was entitled "Teeth" and teeth have been causing problems for me this week. A tiny hole has appeared in one that was filled last year by the dentist in Milas. I have avoided eating on that side, and intended to phone the dentist for an appointment, but with getting Mr A sorted to go away, I somehow put it to one side. Then on Friday evening I just happen to touch a tooth on the other side of my mouth with my tongue and it felt like it was cracked. This is a tooth which I think is called a canine (it's one of the pointy ones). I touched it quite gently with my finger and almost all of the tooth completely broke away I have no idea how this happened. I don't recall biting on anything hard. I guess it's just old and has worn out.... a bit like me.
I phoned my dentist at home on his mobile number and he is very busy at the moment. He can fit me in for 10 minutes between appointments on Monday afternoon just to look at it, but can't do anything until Wednesday. So eating is a bit of a problem at the moment.
And it's not just MY teeth that are causing me grief. The pups baby teeth are like sharp needles. They love biscuits and the three of them are so anxious to prevent each other from grabbing them from my hands that they quite often bite me instead of the biscuits. My fingers are like pin cushions at the moment, and are covered in plasters. Not to be left out, Freddie was taking a biscuit from me yesterday and bit my finger by mistake. He didn't draw blood like the pups, but my finger is swollen and bruised. I think I will be looking for some strong industrial type gloves tomorrow for protection.
Not a great deal to smile about just now!