Middle-aged flash packers

It was Steve’s idea but I was the executor.
He had suggested pancakes for breakfast as a way of using up some soya milk and eggs before we flew to Turkey for a week. The pancakes used precisely 130 millilitres of soya milk and 1 egg, so were not a great example of saving waste, but were very delicious all the same.
However, they took rather a long time to make and then after receiving a phone call from our eldest requiring our consultancy skills on a thorny work matter, we found ourselves somewhat more rushed than usual.
This unseemly hurry meant that we forgot various items that are by no means essential but are very nice to have. As I mentally recount them, I’m afraid they make us sound like the archetypal Waitrose couple, who should really have beautiful but highly strung daughters called Lucinda and Ariminta, rather than two rumbustious and foul mouthed sons called Joe and Charlie.
I forgot my organic green tea and mint tea and Steve forgot – the cafetière. This item of equipment has now been upgraded to essential. This time my psychic abilities were spot on. He said he could cope with instant coffee for a week , but I knew otherwise. However, I was not going to encourage him, I wanted to see how long he could last.
We arrived at our villa at 10pm, ate a sandwich, drank some beer and went to bed. A cafetière-like contraption had been purchased by 11am the following morning. The process was speeded up by mistaking Turkish ground coffee for instant. Unpleasant.
Adding to the feeling of a productive morning, we also closed our bank account and collected some belongings our estate agent had stored for us for over a year ( complete heroes as they had actually moved premises and taken two cases and a massive handbag of mine crammed full of our stuff with them).
Cue a very lazy afternoon snoozing and lazing by the pool.
We have decided to stay in Dalyan this time and are tucked away down a side road, with mountain views in the distance. Nice and quiet you would think. Not a bit of it. Scooters, tractors, agricultural vehicles of an unknown nature and the occasional JCB clank and blunder along the road. Am I bothered? Not at all. There doesn’t appear to be a five a side football pitch at the end of the garden that shines searchlights into our home and is used until 2 in the morning. No aeroplanes using our house as the ideal point to get their landing gear out. The rather bossy owner of our villa told us noise after 10pm is not tolerated. Bliss. Better strangle those cockerels then.
BO (Bossy Owner) also told me that we mustn’t feed any kittens that may hang around the house.
Cat food bought and hidden in cupboard. Sorry, can’t resist them.