Oh my fecking God! Yes it is a little chilly outside but, please, people, calm the feck down. Let’s not lose our head about this. What is cold anyway? To those of you visiting from the UK it is in fact rather pleasant in Mersin at the moment. Yes there is a chill in the air. There is a fresh layer of snow on the mountain range behind us and yes it was raining earlier in the week but is it cold? Ummm, I really don’t think so.
Right now I am wearing short sleeves although I admit you definitely need a cardigan at night. Around me though people are dressing as if we were dealing with a polar vortex, discussing whether they need to dissect a Tauntaun (sorry nerdy Star Wars reference) and deciding whether to wait it out in the New York library with Jake Gyllenhaal (well alright if you insist). Sorry folks it is just cold and it is not really all that cold for that matter.
You know once the weather changes here Turkish people literally lose their minds. They verily believe that if it is not 400 degrees then you need to layer. Actually even if it is 400 degrees you still need to layer but not with the same intensity. Cover your back! Cover your neck! Do you need a scarf? *Sigh*
Flash back – middle of summer and I take Daughter and her cousin to the park. Daughter is running around in shorts and a singlet and Tatli is wearing – a singlet. A t-shirt. A long sleeve top. And she is carry a jacket with her. A jacket! She must keep her jacket with her at all times. OMG! It is literally – literally – 400 degrees in the park and Tatli has a jacket! Calm the feck down people! Daughter is drenched in sweat in her singlet and is throwing water on herself at any opportunity yet she’s the crazy one?
Truthfully though right now Daughter is sick. I am told by my kardeş (sister) that it is my fault because I have allowed Daughter to go outside in 25 degree heat wearing her short sleeve school shirt and without woollen stockings. Diagnosed with akut bronşit (bronchitis) she has spent the past few days in bed. Actually that is not accurate. She has in fact spent the past few days lying around on the couch, surfing the internet and watching old episodes of Pretty Little Liars. She has been prescribed a butt load of medicine (which she is, of course, taking reluctantly) although the clinic doctor is well aware of how I feel about enjeksiyonlar (injections) so he refrained from prescribing the Turkish equivalent of a headache tablet – the all secretive aşı (vaccine). This “vaccine” is suggested every single time I go to the clinic. What is this secret shot? God only knows but I can assure you I am not pumping Daughter with some unknown aşı by our neighbour whose official title is “village injector”. Trust me Doc once the antibiyotik kicks in you certainly don’t need the magical aşı pumped into your ass twice a day for a week!
So yes it is a little chilly here. Will Daughter wear a jacket next week? Probably. Is there a Snowpocalypse forecast? No, but if you are coming to Mersin in November, bring a cardigan alright?