Sex bomb, sex bomb! You’re my sex bomb. That was the tune we had breakfast to this morning. The nearby hotel banging out the choons from mid morning. We’re assuming it was an aqua-aerobics pool class, but who knows. Anyway, we whoop, whooped, Gangnam Style through our scran. I was knackered just doing that.
One thing we’ve not mentioned is that Jane & I have an announcement! We’ve had a baby! Whilst on holiday…I know…we’re proud as punch! Didn’t want to let on until we knew all was ok.
Gender reveal…It’s a chick! ????????
Mam & Dad have been flitting to and from a nest that’s on one of the Lads bathroom windows. Sadly, a couple of eggs didn’t hatch, with one remaining outside of the nest on the window ledge. But so far, this young one seems to be doing ok.
We’ll be careful around that end of the balconies & will keep that window shut from here on in.
Last night, just after we’d gone to bed, the Lads arrived home. Jane got up & said hello. I heard the convo so that was enough for me.
Turns out they braved the Dolmus (I’m chuffed they gave it a go) & went to Fethiye. Being enormously independent they did their own thing. They walked down to Cafe Geniş & the harbour front & hired e-scooters. We heard upbeat tales of how much they enjoyed it, even though they did get shouted at on a few occasions for their speed-overtakes after drafting slower scooterists.
They got to a park and felt going to Çaliş Beach was a bit far, like Jane & I did. They turned back, dropped the scooters off & got a taksi instead, realising they were only about 5 minutes from the Beach when they turned around.
Having had a good look around and topped up Lurchios festering sunburn, they decided to eat. At the place we had been to & mentioned to then (Nil Cafe). They listen! They don’t want you to know they listen! But they bloody-well do!
Now confident on their geography they scooted back on “better scoots”. They clearly didn’t hire that thing I junked & burned the clutch out on!
They taksi’d it back – for 4, there’s little in the total fare, so all good, but still glad they pushed their confidence levels by giving the bus a go.
Anyway, that was yesterday. What about today?
By midday, the only sign of life from the Lads rooms was the very occasional slamming of doors. One day, they will twig that leaving doors open when we have the breeze running through the house isn’t the best of ideas.
By 1pm the only change was that I think the Lads were by now trolling us with door slams. “Advisory Words” will be had when we first see them!
As it turns out, I figured out what was happening,’ when I closed the patio door to the drying area, a door to one of the lads bedrooms opened. Then shut suddenly. Slam! One lads beds meant his head was very near the door. How on earth he’s sleeping through that I had no idea?! His mum does though – she messaged us something along the lines of ‘catatonic when sleeping’.
I’ve since advised them that once closed, a little pressure push on the door and it clicks shut, never to swing open. I’ve also asked them to leave the bathroom window closed, so that our new arrival and its parents can carry on making sure it grows up.
We went down to the pool (it’s really hot again today) & I made a couple of little adjustments to yesterday’s DIY. Happy with work done, just wish Lurchio had brought the other bits that would finish it off.
Anyroad. It’s done, it’s engineered, and the flag is now likely to perish first. The rest should still be there at the Apocalypse.
The pool is in now still a cooling & refreshing dip, but is noticeably warmer than when we arrived, unsurprisingly.
Pool guy was tied up, helping a fella sort out some electrical issue with one of the other apartments (water, electricity, all good), so I did a bit of a sweep up – there had been another strong wind overnight & there’s a lot of thin long pine needle-y things about. I loved it! It hit my compulsively obsessive OCD sweet spot & the place was spotless & I was so chilled. (And hot & sweaty).
Most of you reading this, both of you, know me well enough to know that I’m a person that is ‘safer to himself’ when busy. Give me some boredom & there’s a significant risk my head will come up with something ridiculous that becomes an obsession.
Like cycling. I’ve ’done’ cycling (mountain biking, road, velodrome – see elsewhere on this site). Restoring vehicles? Done a classic car, done a classic scooter. Brewing? Yup. Now got a pub and brewery in the back garden (tbf, this one isn’t going away anytime soon, though there has been a work-based hiatus).
Where was I? Oh. Pool guy. Pool area clean. So I had a quick dip, a quick sunbathe to dry out & then applied sunscreen. In a very methodical, OCD manner. X number of ‘squirts’ per body part, in sequential order, top to toes.
As I was doing this and Jane lay there, head in her hands as she was reminded I’m her life partner, whether she likes it or not, the Lads appeared! (3pm’ish). Well, three did. Unsurprisingly, “door head” from earlier, was knackered & had a “lie in” (= anything beyond 2:30pm), whilst the others where here at the crack of mid-afternoon.
One of the lads, who has spent a lot of the time in the pool underwater (his choice) with either goggles or a snorkel on, started to do underwater lengths. One, then two in a row. Confidence building & egged on by Lurchio betting he could do 3, went straight to 4. Nice work!
I lay there and (having been facing away, so didn’t see them) casually asked was it lengthways or widthways?
Jane spoke up. “Here comes ‘Competitive Dad’!” she exclaimed!
I started to explain why that was not the case because it would be unfair. I have big lungs. I’m built for this.
Jane conceded. She agreed. “True. You have the physique of an Elephant Seal, which gives you an unfair advantage”.
I changed subject, whilst crying inside, knowing that apart from the whiskers, she was pretty much bob on.
Eventually, we all ended up heading back to the apartment in dribs & drabs. Showered and refreshed, I decided I’d put my new, designer ‘Terry Fillhugger’ tee shirt on & up my game tonight, given Jane & I had decided to hit the bright lights of Fethi Beys resting place (bless him – Google him – it’s worth a read).
Meanwhile one of the Lads was stood over the stove, and made & served koftas with tomatoes on bread again. It smelled lovely & made me hungry!
So we set off down the hill and apart from Jane nearly getting knocked over by some nob on a Scooter, we hit the Dolmus! Except we didn’t! 35 minutes, two that just passed whilst we waved (so assuming full) & in the late sun, hot as hell. We got a taxi.
Setting off from the taksi office, our driver waited to cross the carriageway and so we set off a car length in front of the next Dolmus. Inevitably.
Dropped off in Fethiye, we headed straight back to The Mulberry Tree. The Pide that Jane had the other night & service alone warranted a return!
This time we knew though (portion sizes! Big!). Jane skipped a starter, but I couldn’t resist those creamy garlic fungi of delight! So they brought a double portion & topped up with Balloon bread.
There was a slightly incongruous moment, when our starter plates were suddenly removed, and replaced by steak knives & I just rescued the last of the mushrooms.
It quickly became obvious it was because our Lamb Chops were ready (we both ordered the same). Fine. Happy with that. They were fabulous! Served with rice, peppers, tomatoes, & salad that had a sweetish dressing over it.
We finished off with an apple tea, paid up, tipped heavily as it was really good value & headed for a mooch around Fethiye on a Saturday eve. It’s busy!
After a mooch, mainly uneventful as Half-Throttle Airey has retired from E-scooters, I’ve been informed, we headed back and got the Dolmus back to Ovacik.
Our usual nip into Ovacik Market shop, and a usual “it’s heavy! I will deliver” run up the hill with our goods on the scooter (a nice, fresh Honda PCX 12, of which there are loads about!).
Jane I & lost that race as usual & saw Urjan pass us and flash his lights on the way down.
Given that it’s the last night that the Lads can be out ‘late’, and because the couple that own the apartment below are about to arrive (they also then move in as we leave), I’m going to try & stay up. Which means 5 minutes after posting this, I’ll be asleep on the balcony & donating more precious AB- blood to the mozzies!
Over and out for today! Much love to you nutters that read this!
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