Just as it seemed spring was around the corner lulling us into a false sense of hope, Mother Nature decides to take a cruel side swipe with a cold snap just for a laugh. Two degrees overnight and a light dusting of snow on the Bodrum Peninsula. I didn’t move to sunny Turkey for this. I confess it’s not as chilly as the image suggests but, without central heating, it feels cold enough to freeze the balls off the proverbial brass monkey. Liam and I are fighting over the duvet to ensure our nether regions remain intact and in proper working order.
I found a tiny mouse that had taken refuge from the elements in the watering can we keep on the terrace. Alas, the creature had perished. We called him Mehmet and flushed him down the loo. Liam said a few words before he pulled the chain.
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