Still waiting for our appointment at the deed office. Now it’s likely to be on Friday as tomorrow, Thursday, is Republic Day. There is what appears to be a grey battleship moored outside, and lots of shouting and martial singing on loudspeakers. Hopefully this is for Republic Day, not an invasion. We killed a few […]
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Dare not speak its name
It is looking more and more possible (likely?) that Trump will lose. We are all very cautious about saying it aloud, though. A hope that dare not speak its name.
Day of the hunters
This terrible flat has, gram by gram, more mosquito in it than human. I usually don’t get bitten much these days as the GF’s blood is clearly far sweeter, but both of us are tormented by the sound of mosquitos whining around our ears at night. Today we killed about 6 and 4 more emerged. […]
Craving unsatisfied
This morning I woke up craving desi food and did some diligent research to find a place in Fatih, across the Golden Horn: a small Indian place run by an Indian couple. A bit of a dhaba, so less likely to water food down to Turkish tastes. So we took the tram over to a […]
Free at last
All guests are gone, and the cousin with COVID is quite self-sufficient, hurrah. He is in very strict lockdown indeed – when I went to drop off his instant coffee, a man rushed out of the building shouting ‘very bad, your friend, very bad!’ At first I worried that the cousin had developed bad symptoms […]
Boaters’ bazaar
The agent entrusted us with the key to the flat, though we are not yet its owners, so we took the Trial to see it. It was really gratifying: she really liked it, and could see the potential in it. A bit of a relief to have someone outside my and the GF’s head see […]
The trial
Another relative has arrived, this one staying with us on her way to Lahore. It is a relative I am fond of, but she is undoubtedly a bit of a trial and I have to remember each time I see her that one doesn’t need to engage with the stream of consciousness. She is a […]
Connecting paths
I finished up my work this morning and by that time the GF was awake and had finished his rather long morning rituals, so we left, planning to go to the farmer’s market. We hadn’t made it more than a few steps, though before we decided not to bother: the kitchen in this flat is […]
Wet and windy
But not cold. This afternoon we had a late start and I was nearly perishing of hunger as I had breakfast at my usual sort of time, around 8 or 9, and we didn’t leave until around 2 for lunch. We walked to Karakoy and took the ferry to Kadikoy, where we went through the […]
Oh dear
Concerned to realise that I might be the sort of person who, when distressed, does housework. What have I become? Middle aged, I daresay.