Sunday started so humid I could smell the moisture in the air. I’ve noticed it before over the years, the smell of damp rock that somehow holds a tang of dust. The balcony rail was wet, always a sign that the weather is sultry, and there was a cloud blanketing the Turkish coast, and another hanging over Nimos. Not a rain cloud, I suspect, but a cloud of humidity, almost a fog John Carpenter would approve of.
The previous day had been drier, and although the temperature in the courtyard climbed to 36 by the afternoon, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Maybe I’m used to the heat. As usual, we have towels on the sofa, so we don’t sweat-stain the covers, the windows are all open, and the fans are running 24/7.
Today, I have a plan. After my usual six- or seven-hour writing schedule, we’re heading to the Dive Centre with Gson H to register him for a birthday present dive in a couple of weeks. That done, I must buy a new keyboard and mouse as this pair is driving me mad. The mouse keeps sticking on the screen, highlighting things I don’t want highlighted, and the space bar on the keyboard isn’t working properly. I think I’ve killedit because, unless I hit it right in the middle, it ignoresmycommands.It ignores my commands. You see? I’ve tried the usual tricks with the mouse; using a different USB port, updating drivers, new batteries, swearing profusely, but to no avail.
After that shopping expedition, we’re going to go out to lunch for the first time in ages, and will probably treat ourselves to a taxi or bus up the hill because H will need to do whatever people of his age do before going to work, and so will Neil. Talking of which, the village square has been quiet during the siesta shift. Where it is vibrant in the cooler months (May, June, September, October), things quieten down in July and August because most visitors are at the beach or on a boat trip. Very sensible. However, that doesn’t mean there’s not a congenial atmosphere among those who do visit the bars, and the village square remains a very pleasant place to while away the afternoon.
No time for me to while anything. I must get on with proofing the new novel (due out in about 10 days – you will be informed), and prepare myself for the great expedition to Yialos.
