We returned from our nostalgic dalliance in Dalyan to water trickling down our dining room wall. Okay, it’s a bit of a stretch to call it an actual dining room. It’s more of a dining area. We quickly traced the leak to our bathroom, shut off the stopcock and summoned an emergency plumber. Nice young man, fixed our leaking loo in a jiffy. He was wearing superhero-themed knickers. I could hardly miss them as he bent over, tool in hand. The bathroom flooring needs replacing, and we were lucky the beamed ceiling hadn’t come down. Now we’ve got an insurance claim to sort out which will doubtless see our premiums soar; as if raging inflation hasn’t already forced us to double the wine budget.
