Dalyan – 10th July

It was a fairly busy day on Thursday 10th July and I was up and a out early.  My Mom had asked me to collect her key from the estate agents so I did that first thing. Luckily, when I got to King Emlak, just after 9am, the cleaner was in and was able to help me. She unlocked the massive key cupboards and asked me which one it was – you’d be surprised how many other keys with just one ordinary key and a small blue keyring there was! We eventually found it and I was on my way back to crack on with work. I noticed that our gardener was still not keeping on top of trimming the bushes and I also noticed that littering very close to the bins outside our complex seemed to be getting worse. It was getting hotter and people were getting lazier.
I’d offered to pop over to Jamie & Drew’s villa around lunch time to let Norman out and give him some attention, while they were out of Dalyan. I managed to speak to Captain Caveman who was excited for my arrival tomorrow and had already bought food and wine for dinner in London. I attended the Resort Experts team meeting which was good, as always.

Norman was pleased to see me, even if he was a bit snoozy, when I arrived. I went outside with him to make sure he stayed in the shady spots and then I gave him a treat. We had cuddles and I sorted out his eye bogies, which used to be Edna’s job. She had a habit of licking Norman’s eyes to give them a wash and I noticed he was a bit crusty. He let me wet a tissue and wash them without any fuss and seemed quite happy about it.
I checked in for my flight which was with Sun Express at 5.30pm tomorrow night. I didn’t pay to choose a seat but then it allocated me a window seat which I don’t like. Hopefully, the plane wouldn’t be full and I could swap to an aisle seat.
After a bit more work, I left Norman around 4.30pm, once I knew Jamie was on his way back home. On the way I witnessed a man drive past a bin on a motorbike and then throw litter on to the floor! What is wrong with people!? I shouted out but he’s gone so I picked it up!
That evening I had chicken fajita pasta which was rather lovely and there was plenty of the fajita mixture for tomorrow.  As it was weekend eve, I poured myself a White Russian and finally had a sit on the sofa around 9.45pm, knowing I still needed to pack for my trip to England.

Gratitude List
1. Chatting with Captain Caveman
2. Seeing Norman
3. Fajita pasta and a White Russian for dinner.