Bulgar bugs.

I failed to mention in the first Bulgarian blog that after 3 days I picked up a tummy bug (along with David) that made me take to my bed for a day and a half and though David continued to eat, there was ‘movement’ through his body for some 5 days (thought he might explode). I think the bug came from the eggs we were eating (in large quantities), the yokes appeared to vary in colour from milky yellow to bright orange (on hindsight, an obvious clue). We have not eaten any more eggs.

A couple of days ago I again felt unwell and took to my bed for most of a day. I had cooked a Thai Green Curry the previous evening and suspected that was the culprit, yet David was fine. So not sure.

The weather has turned wet and chilly. The last 2 days we have been working outside with the Turks. With rain most the day and the garden turning into something resembling the Somme, I was glad when the Turks went home and I could get changed into something dry and make a fire. Yesterday we constructed a set of steps from one garden into another higher up. It involved sorting out a land drainage pipe and gutter down pipe, which had to pass through them. It rained all day and the Turks were not very good at mixing the concrete and at times were a little too eager to help. They don’t appear to appreciate the value of using a spirit level or in the use of  concrete to make things stable. However, despite some amusing moments we finished it in record time and it does look rather good (and level).

Today is Wales v France and digging drains, with probably a few other tasks that will surprise us. The Turks have been levelling the ground for a path this morning. David and I explained how to do it, I drew a diagram to make it clearer. David then drove into Dryanovo to get the piping and I started to write this blog and listen to radio. I went out to check how they were getting on about half an hour. Despite showing them that after levelling the ground, they were to barrow sand onto the surface and then flatten that before putting down the plotchas (large flat stones) they had placed the plotchas onto the bare ground. Aghast, I had to tell them again to pick the heavy stones and go and get the sand and spread that. I left then to it. David has just arrived and commented that they hadn’t done much, so I explained. Unlike the Western European workman (I hope), the Bulgarian/Turk workman doesn’t prepare for any job, doesn’t put down sheets etc. to protect the owners surfaces or equipment, clean up at the end of the day, but most annoyingly use their initiative. When we were making the steps and before the concrete had gone off, I had to stop one of the Turks from trying to break plotchas on the steps because it was a convenient hard surface, twice!

Well the rugby has just started, so goodbye for now.

 

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