THE SELLING PROCESS

I didn't get a lot of sleep that night.  I stayed up late looking at different options of getting to Turkey. 
 My mind was racing. I'd seen a friend fly all the way to Turkey a few years previously to sell her house on an agreed date. On arriving her estate agent informed her that the buyers bank would not transfer the money until 3 weeks later by which time she would have returned to Ireland. In the end she gave me power of attorney to complete the sale, transfer the money and close bank accounts.  There was a lot of rushing around packing boxes etc but we got it done. I remembered the various car journeys with an estate agent who told you very little, the hours of waiting in offices, and banks, the documents needed, the stress until it was all completed.

The phone rang just after lunch.  It was Mustafa.  'Hello Mustafa, what's the news?' I asked anxiously. 'The customer has signed the contract and paid the deposit.  How soon can you and Mr. D get here?' he said in his calm confident voice.  I had looked at flights and I assured him we would be in Bodrum by the following Thursday at the latest.
So it was really happening,  we were about to start the journey to sell our home in Turkey.  We had first gone to Bodrum in 2004 on a two week holiday. We stayed in our friends beautiful villa and we were hooked. We put a deposit on a villa within a day of arriving in Turkey!

In May 2005 our first holiday in our new home, we started to settle into our Turkish adventure. What an adventure never to be forgotten. (If you havn't read this blog from the start,  go back to the first post to read more on our adventures.)

End of Feb 2020  We flew Turkish Airlines from Dublin to Istanbul with a stay overnight and them a connecting flight to Bodrum the next day which was Thursday.

Friday at 10am Mustafa collected us and together we went to the different offices to start the legal paperwork.  We stopped for lunch and enjoyed a delicious pide (Turkish pizza) and tea with Mustafa in his favourite restaurant near the deeds office.
Later that afternoon we returned to his office where our buyers were waiting with homemade cake!  They greeted us with smiles and hugs!  Mustafa made tea and we sat and chatted for over an hour. It turns out they are cat lovers. It was great to browse over photos of beautiful rescued cats. I was so happy when they said they would take care of our garden cats. 
We spent a busy weekend packing up our bedding, clothes, and shoes for a local charity who support the Syrian refugee camps in Eastern Turkey. 

 There was a lot of interest in our electric scooter and we sold it later the following week. I gave my pushbike to our neighbour and we left all the rest of our house contents for the new buyers.
On Monday we all went to the bank. The process in Turkey is the buyer withdraws the purchase price in cash while we watch the teller count it via a cash machine.  Next step, the buyer, seller and agent together go to the deeds office.  We were all called into a smaller office in the deeds building I sign my name through a stamp on a document and the transaction is recorded in a large ledger. The cash is handed to me and the transaction is completed. A licensed independent translator relays everything that is being said.  It was all very straightforward.  We waited for about 10 minutes in the outside crowded waiting room until the buyers name was called.  They happily accepted their new deeds, an A4 sheet with name and details of the property and official stamp clearly visible.  Smiles of relief spread over their faces. We all hug and we congratulate them. 

I held tightly to the bag of cash.  This is my house in my hands, I thought to myself.   I was anxious and tense until we got back to the bank. I had visions of a bank robber deciding that this afternoon they would do a bank robbery!  Thankfully this did not happen!

 We sat and waited along with everyone else in the busy bank until our number was called. I was still nervous even though Mustafa stood beside me as we handed over the money to be counted and put into my account. We checked the rate of the Turkish lire to the Euro.  The TL had dropped to it's lowest ever that morning.  Today was the day the Covid19 virus had come to Turkey!! 

Mr. D and I had agreed that we would accept whatever rate we got on the day as there was nothing we could do about it and there was no point in stressing over it. We had agreed the sale and now it was done. 
 
The next day we met up with our English and Turkish friends. It was great to relax at last. We sat by the harbour for several hours and watched the fishing boats. It felt strange and sad to be finally leaving our friends as we recollected so many memories of happy times together.  There were several invitations and offers of spare rooms when we again return to Turkey. We agreed a time and place for a last meet up before our flight back to Ireland. Selling the house was the easy part, leaving our dear friends when we didn't know when we would see them again was more difficult and painful than we had imagined. 

That was just over a month ago...since then the world has been hit by a pandemic the like of which none of us has ever experienced. Just three days after we arrived back in Ireland our Taoiseach {prim minister} addressed the nation. 

                                

Ireland was under lock down from midnight that night 12th March. We had decided to self isolate as soon as we arrived back. We didn't meet up with any of our family or friends. They are all very aware of the severity of this virus and with so many of us with underlying conditions we were not going to take any chances.
 Already a cousin of Mr. D's in Dublin has died of the virus and two of my English friends in Turkey have also lost a father to the virus.  Sadly they cannot return to the UK for the funerals.  

Our next chapter, Spain has been put on hold.  Who knows when we will go there......we live in hope .

Stay strong, stay home wherever you are. 

 

OUR TURKISH HOME FOR SALE

Is it sold?    Or do we still have our house in Turkey?  
Here is what has been happening since I last sat down to write on this blog.

Last September we headed back again to sunny and warm Turkey. Ryanair were flying direct from to Dublin to Bodrum and I booked one way flights. In October we put our house on the market with a local estate agent who came well recommended.   We were now mentally prepared and resigned to the idea of selling up in Turkey.  
We didn't want to wait yet another year so we decided to put a very attractive price on the house which would include everything! Furniture, all kitchen electrical appliances, the Television, dvd player, music system, all kitchen ware, pots, pans, bedding, tools and even my paintings!!
A buyer could move straight in.
During October and November,  there were a few viewings. There were definitely two who were just curious to see inside our home. There was one investor who said he would like to make it into 3 apartments and made a ridiculous offer. Two other couples came and stayed for ages spending much time looking around the house while we sat in the garden.  Another said it was too big, another said it was too near the road but they would think about it.  
It was coming towards the end of the year when the market is very quiet.  We relaxed and enjoyed our time.  I swam in the sea, we went to concerts and had meals out with our wonderful Turkish friends.  I was acutely aware that soon we would be saying our goodbyes.   It was nearly time to return to Ireland for the winter.  

We flew home early December and put it out of our minds thinking that there would be a better chance of selling at the start of season in May 2020. I went online early February and booked our flights for May.
Out of the blue, in mid February,  seems ages ago now,  I got a call from Mustafa our estate agent.  His calm but very confident voice said " A lady has looked at your house and loves it,  she want to buy it!  She will sign a purchase contract tomorrow and pay a deposit" . 
"Wow, really?" I gasped in disbelief. "Does she really like it?  Ring me again tomorrow when she signs and pays the deposit"  I relayed the exciting news to Mr. D.   He advised caution as there was nothing definite as yet. We were both nervous and excited at this news. We didn't want to get our hopes up in case she changed her mind or couldn't get the finances in place.   We spent an anxious 24 hours as we waited for the phone to ring....... 
         to be continued....

THE ART OF LETTER WRITING

I  can't actually remember when l last sat  down and wrote a letter. Not many people I know send or receive letters these days due to the convenience of the internet. It's so easy to write a quick message to several recipients at one time and in a split second it can be acknowledged.  I keep in contact with friends and family in America, Canada, England and Turkey via the internet often sending and receiving photos.  My father kept one of my letters in a book of his which I found many years after he died.   I wrote it as a young 13 year old on my first time away from home.  I spent 3 months in Co. Kerry in the west of Ireland. It was an Irish language scholarship and I had plenty to write about.

I do however have one cousin in America since his retirement refuses to use a computer! In a way I admire him.  He uses his time to visit his friends in person and rarely watches television.  He and his wife visited us here in Ireland over the years and we always had a wonderful time together. She used to send a card every December to wish us all well for the year ahead.   Sadly two years ago she died. He now writes a Christmas card each December with health updates!  He is having a few health issues himself but is always so positive.  

I kept promising myself I would sit down and write him a proper letter!  I would make time and give him all the news from Ireland.  So eventually last summer I sat down and wrote seven pages.  I felt quite proud of myself, I felt sure he would be pleased. I cycled to the post office, stood in a long line of people, bought my stamp and popped it in the box. Another job scratched from my long "To do" list! 
 Last Christmas,  in his card there was a comment which read "you must have plenty of time on your hands to write so much!"  
I smiled to myself,  You certainly cant win them all!

I love to receive letters. It's the feeling of excitement when I see my name handwritten and knowing that someone has chosen to give of their precious time just for me.  I have kept a box of letters and postcards written to me from cousins, friends and aunts over the years.  Some from when I was a teenager. I really treasure them. Maybe I'll store them away in the attic to be found years from now. They will amuse someone way in the future.........


 

WHY I RAN SHAKING FROM THE ALLOTMENT !!

l love allotments. I’m now lucky enough to have space in two of them while we are back in Cork, Ireland. Immersion in a beautiful space with other people who love to grow their own fruit, vegetables and flowers contributes enormously to my sense of achievement and inner calm. Despite the abundance of growth and produce, the allotment is a peaceful and tranquil place with usually no more than two or three people there at any one time. People come and go at different times of the day everyday between 9a.m and 9p.m. Often I have the whole place to myself.

After weeding and watering my plants I sometimes like to walk around and browse the wonderful crops the other allotmenteers have managed to grow.  

 Above photos are just a hint at the wonderful produce. No chemicals are used. There are raised bed with potatoes, onions, carrots, courgettes, squash, herbs and even fruit trees in a central bed. 

 The polytunnel is my favourite place! It’s always warm and bright and at this time of the year, August, it’s brimming with tomatoes, peppers and basil. The taste and flavour has to be sampled to understand why we all yearn for organic fruit and vegetables the year round. If only it were possible! But at least for the summer and autumn we will indulge in our delicious harvest.



Last Wednesday started off well. A glint of bright sunlight gleamed through a split in the bedroom curtain beckoning me to get up. As I lay there I planned my day ahead. Soon I was up enjoying a bowl of porridge while gazing at the blue sky and listening to the early morning birds. Not long after, I loaded a bag of compost on to my bicycle and headed off to the allotment.


There was no one there when I arrived. The sun was already warm and it was hot in the polytunnel as I watered the plants. I added compost to the tomatoes and when I’d finished I stepped outside for some cool air. 

There were three plastic compost bins not far from the tunnel which I noticed but hadn’t looked at before. Up to now, I’d been too busy planting. I wondered if they were in use or possibly full? 

I lifted the lid on the first one. It was half full but quite dry so not much chance of composting going on. 
I lifted the second lid. It was similar. All the weeds were dry but had not broken down as yet. Some more material such as grass, hedge cuttings and more importantly water and the composting process would continue. The third lid sat upturned on its bin. It was full of water from rain on the previous night.  I proceeded to lift the lid and carefully spill the water into the dried compost below. Then it happened.....!   Sharp stings! They penetrated my hand, ankle and a second later, my shoulder !  As I frantically focused my attention I immediately saw and heard the buzz of what I thought were bees.  O my God! I had disturbed a hive.............
I visualized myself falling to the ground and the whole hive clinging to my flesh! I would have to move far away from their location as quickly as I could.
I felt more stings!  I foolishly ran into the polytunnel only to see the bees were following me,  flying round me...... 

When I run it’s not a real run, more of a quick limp and a run. As I limped from the tunnel I flicked three from my clothes. I was wearing shorts and a tea-shirt. I ran as quickly as I could. I hadn’t run like this for years and I could feel the stings penetrating my body through my clothes and legs.

  As I looked frantically towards the entrance I saw two people had just come in to the allotment. 

A man whom I later learned was Dave was showing a friend around. He saw me heading in their direction and called out “Are you OK?” 
 I replied in an almost breathless voice. “I’ve been stung by bees, Some are following me.” 
 Are they still on me?” I uttered as I reached the now concerned couple. “Stand still” said Dave. He then flicked the remaining offenders from my back.
At last they were gone. 

As I sat at the wooden bench outside the allotment tea-room. I realized my hands were shaking. Dave and his friend advised me to wash the stings and apply antiseptic as soon as I got home. I pointed out the compost bin location to Dave and he told me the up side is bee stings are good for arthritis.
I don't think I will want any more injections of this type, arthritis or not.
When I arrived home I counted eleven stings in all. It took about 7 days for the swelling to finally clear.  I later learned that it was actually a wasp nest and had I known this I would have gone to the pharmacy sooner.
The allotment managers has since disposed of the nest and I shall be able to return to the quite and tranquility I so love. 

DOG MINDING/ALLOTMENT AND DAY TRIPS

Cassie and Ellie.

We love animals but since no longer having a cat or dog here in Ireland, we decided to do some pet minding again. We have plenty experience of this abroad. We had a wonderful time looking after Cassie and Ellie the cat in Marbella Spain a few years ago . We've also done cat and dog minding in Turkey for friends. 
Many people do not like the crowded kennels and much prefer the home atmosphere. We only take one dog at a time in our home. When its cat minding, we go to the owner's home.
It's been wonderful spending time with much loved pets,  they are used to being loved and just want to love you back every minute of the day! 

Charlie was just 3 months old when he first came to stay.  He is adorable as you can see from the photo which I managed to capture on one of the rare moments when he sat still!  He is bigger now but still as soft and as lovable as ever. 

In between dog minding and traveling to our family's homes,  I find some time to tend to my allotment.  I really love the taste of home grown organic produce.  I have a mini tunnel in my back garden where my tomatoes are doing well.  They are flowering already and hopefully will be worth all the effort since they were planted as seed last February. 

I have another tiny mini tunnel at the allotment. Butternut squash seeds have burst through the soil and hopefully will bear fruit. Fingers crossed they have enough water until l return next week! 
The parsley and lettuce are doing well and my line of onions and chard are coming on too.  We have already been eating the chard. 

Weeds are a real problem.  With the recent rise in temperatures, 21c today  they are thriving!  Hoeing takes a huge amount of time and effort.  My hoe is very old.  I really must buy a new one soon.  

Now that's summer is here, we will take a break from the pet minding and do some day trips. West Cork Kerry and Galway are so beautiful. 

We love going to Dublin too because our daughter lives there. The photos below are from the Botanic gardens in Dublin.  We love a morning walk around there and usually work up quite an appetite for lunch in the lovely restaurant while admiring the flowers as we eat.

There is a huge variety of trees, scrubs and flowers to be seen and the colours in summer are stunning. 

We keep returning again and again to our favorite places. I'm so looking forward to gazing at the horizon at Inch beach, Co. Kerry while breathing in that non polluted fresh sea air.  Pictures will follow here later when I have more time indoors.   Take care, bye for now. 

A GRUMPY BUS DRIVER

I woke early last Wednesday morning.  Rather than laying there to ponder my day ahead, I decided to get up right away. There were no clouds to be seen as the sun rose, it filled the sky with a beautiful light.  I decided then and there I would go visit my sister. She hadn't been feeling well and I wanted to surprise her. I would buy an apple pie and freshly baked bread when I reached the city center.  

 The house was quiet, as I eat breakfast at the dining room table. Mr. D still sound asleep.  On checking the bus timetable online, I saw there was a bus due in 12 minutes.   I left a note on the kitchen worktop, then wrapped myself up warm in my padded jacket, hat, scarf and gloves.  Soon I was outside in the cold morning air on my way to the bus stop. There was about 15 people waiting so I knew the bus was due any minute.... We all waited and waited, it eventually arrived 35 minutes late.   The  double Decker bus looked almost full as we lined up to get on.  
I had my prepaid card in my gloved hand ready for when my turn came to pay.  It was a Christmas present from my daughter and this was my first opportunity to use it.  I rarely travel by bus and felt quite excited to be heading off on what felt like a little adventure.  As I approached the driver, I said "city center please"  I looked around in search of where to scan my card.   There was a glass screen between the driver and the public. I couldn't see where to put the card. Within seconds the driver grabbed the card from my hand. He gritted his teeth as he said sarcastically "you need a bigger glove!" He had a look on his face as if he wanted to say something else but was restraining himself.
I was taken aback at his abruptness.  I made my way to the back of the bus where I found a seat.  I though to myself how stressed this man seems to be.  What pressure was he under?  Was he in the wrong job?  Did he have any training on how to treat his passengers?  Was he going to smile at anyone today?  I put him out of my mind as I listened to the happy chatter of young polish girls who sat in the seats in front and beside me.  30 minutes later we reached the city center.
I thought about not saying "Thank You" as I left the bus but I decided I wouldn't be rude because then I would be just the same as him.
I had about 45 minutes before my next bus and made my way to the bakers for my purchases.  Such an array of cakes and breads. I made a mental note to google bread making.  I decided on a cranberry and pumpkin seed bread and a sweet little apple pie.  I was greeted by a friendly shop assistant who smiled as she wrapped the freshly baked treats. 

Then I made my way to the next bus stop where the bus was already waiting.  What a contrast!  The driver smiled and said "Thank you" as he took fares from all of us as we boarded.  There was no glass barrier and he answered questions politely when asked about different drop off points.  He left on time and the journey was a comfortable and relaxing experience.  I mentioned to him where I would like to be dropped off.  He told me to be careful walking because the road was narrow and very busy with traffic.  He said "Thank You and take care" as I alighted the bus.   Needless to say this bus was a private company.  Service with a smile!  

When I reached my sisters house she was still in bed. She was happy to see me and got up straight away.  We spent a lovely day together and we have planned another visit for next week. 

WARM AND COSY IN CORK

Spending Christmas back in our home in Cork was wonderful after being away for the past few years. The "icing on the cake" was our daughter spending a week with us.  Here she is decorating the tree.

On Christmas day we enjoyed a delicious Turkey and ham dinner.  I made a traditional desert, Trifle and we relaxed in front of the fire for the evening. 

 It was lovely to see so many houses decorated during the month of December. A house not far from here really goes all out.  People come from everywhere to see this display. There is a donation box in the garden where people can leave money and this is distributed to the poor in Cork via a charitable organization called Penny Dinners.

The weather was very mild throughout December and we managed to cut up more tree branches to add to our wood supply.  I think we overdid this because now we are both in a lot of pain with our backs.  Serves us right!! Too much in one go!  Ten minutes of sawing is really enough but when you make a start you want to continue and one ignores the warning signs....
We are now at the end of January.  Mr. D smoked his last cigarette almost 2 weeks ago. He is using a vap electronic cigarette with a very low amount of nicotine.  He is finding it difficult after 50 years of smoking but taking it day by day and doing really well.

The weather has turned really cold this week and we had a dusting of snow yesterday which froze as soon as it fell. The garden which is bare and desolate at this time of year looked pretty with it's white blanket.  

                           My homemade seat is still standing.

There were many accidents on the secondary roads with cars sliding on the ice on their way home from work. Motorists here do not change over to winter tyres because it's hasn't been necessary in the past due to only getting a few days a year of snow.  
Perhaps with global warming and so much ice melting in the northern hemisphere there will be more extremes of weather. 
It's actually colder today with rain which has washed the snow away. More snow forecast for tomorrow but we are so lucky in comparison to America and Canada who are experiencing a polar vortex right now.