Snow is falling in Istanbul again and the knock-on cold snap hit Bodrum at mid-day. While I'm shivering I like to remember that Sunday was a warm sunny day and the castle square was filled with citrus fruit. It was the Mandarin Festival week end.
I cozied up to a few stall holders, got a few strokes in return ....
....but only jam was on offer as a freebie, no one would give me a bun.
I don't like eating mandarins but if my boss (it makes her happy to think she can tell me what to do) spends too much time at the computer, I sneak a mandarin or orange from the fruit bowl and start to pat it around the Afghan rug. If this doesn't stop her typing, I scratch the sides of the rug and start to bury the fruit - that usually makes her jump up.
In view of this I thought she might buy me one of these knitted mandarins but no - I'll have to make do with the juicy squashable kind.