Published on 20 October 2006 at 02:59 pm
Filed in Expat Life In Nicosia Cyprus
Ah well, it’s that time of year again when it rains and it doesn’t just drizzle or spit it chucks it down in buckets from the heavens and the whole of North Cyprus turns into mud island – every single car becomes a brown heap, every single road turns into a muddy lane and houses all over the island leak.
Well, (oh my God I can’t believe I’m tempting fate like this) but my house doesn’t leak…well, not much anyway…just a bit round a couple of windows and under the back door and where the drain pipe (yes, we have a drain pipe, unusual here aren’t they) was blocked. So I’m one of the lucky ones, but I do have to take darling Cheesimus Biscuitus for his daily constitutional along muddy goat paths and so I have some sexy pink flowery wellies for the job – but now I have engaged the wrath of the onside builders as my wellies are funkier than theirs.
Whenever I venture forth with Biscuit-boy, his halti and goat bell I get a few strange looks anyway – after all, why is that woman walking a pony which is dressed up like a goat…but now when I step out with pink flowery rubbery bedecked legs and pink hair (I dyed it again) I get initial looks of surprise followed by seething resentment – after all, the construction company responsible for our new (and frankly quite bloomin sexy) house only kit their workers out with poxy black wellies.
The closest thing I’ve seen to wellies as hot as mine are the yellow ones that the man wears who cleans car windows in the garage where I fill up…but his are calf length and mine go all the way to the knee!
I can be cocky I think because my wellies are not only hot to trot about it, they cost a veritable fortune from Boden but I got them in the sale – woohoo – thereby saving myself something ridiculous like fifty quid.
My poor ma had to carry them over with her last time she came on her holliers as the shipping would have pushed their price up to heady heights again otherwise…but then, as I said to me ma, she gets a free holiday so what’s she complaining about! Plus her feet are the same size as mine so whenever she’s in North Cyprus she can borrow them – sure, she comes in the summer and tends to only wear sandals and flip flops, but the offer still stands.
Right, off to chase Cheese round the courtyard in my wellies because the tiles they used are lethal when wet but I have grip and he doesn’t – makes for good light entertainment when he skids headfirst into the door!
