Do I care? Nah! And truth be told, neither do you! Go on, admit it; it’s a bit of a relief when one of those bloggers you follow lets things slip and misses posting for a while. At least then you get to fill part of your days with something worthwhile like twittering or pinteresting and you’re not consumed by guilt for not commenting on the inane mutterings from some boring old bloke in some backwater in SW Turkey.
Truth to tell there’ve been a few chores to take care of – stuff like exploring why the pool has been leaking the top six inches of water these past few years. Now, that was an interesting investigation which led to finding a hair-line crack in the grouting. Some gentle tapping led to the discovery that one part (I hope only one part) of the job had been bodged fifteen years ago.
the length and depth of the problem
When the top of the pool was being levelled, concrete was chucked on top of mud and dirt over a length of about two metres. The whole had then been tiled over meaning that there was nothing but tiles and tile cement between water and a six foot long plug-hole! Considering we have minor earth tremors most years it’s a miracle it lasted as long as it did.
Another lesson not learned! When we came to have our house built our good friend Emine told us to keep a close eye on everything – ‘Alan, you must have kontrolation!’ she would tell us in her splendidly Germanic English. She wasn’t wrong!
So, with that job jobbed (if you want a job done properly, do it yourself), it was time to get back with a project I started more than eight years ago which got shelved (literally) when the battle to stop the quarry and cement works in our beautiful Kocadere Valley got under way.
Back in those pre-conflict days I decided that I wanted to take up radio-controlled model aircraft building and flying. With no experience of building or flying and with no suitable places to fly out of or from, it seemed like an idea thats time had surely come!
. . so what do you use the kitchen table for?
Anyway, it was to be none of this plastic nearly-ready-to-fly nonsense for me – it would be balsa, ‘liteply’ and a selection of glues, scalpels, shrink-wrap coverings, bloodshot eyes and a six foot wingspan! I had time for these sorts of things back then what with no blogging or social media stuff to get in the way. Things went well until the quarry came along and then the various part-built bits and bobs began to gather those eight years of dirt and cobwebs – they entered a sort of time warp and faded from consciousness. Until a couple of weeks back, that is, when ‘Sleeping Beauty’ emerged into the light of day, got dusted down and generally damn-near finished. There are a few bits left to do, but I couldn’t wait for those before clamping the fuselage into my Workmate and firing up the engine – Ahhh! the smell of nitro-methane! Heady stuff!
I’m searching around for somewhere smooth enough for take off and landing and meanwhile practicing with the flight simulator – then it’s ‘Brrrrrrrrrrmmmmmm!
Alan Fenn, (taking revenge for all the times I was told ‘No!’ as a kid) Okçular Köyü