8 office offenders you could do without

I know the following are first world problems and I know they aren’t particularly important, but have you ever had a small niggle, one that has fermented over time into something huge to the point where you feel a breakdown coming on? Yes, these issues are trivial but to someone, somewhere, they are an everyday verbal explosion awaiting to happen. Please note that the following list was compiled in good humour. Rant beginning …

The Paper Licker
You ask for the batch of signed purchase orders and just in case one was missed, Lizzie wants to check the signatures one more time. Doom washes over your face. She’s been saying all morning that her two under-fives have had norovirus over the weekend. In fact, she looks a bit peaky as she licks her fingers while flicking through the pile. She stops to hack phlegm into a tissue and you remember her saying that her husband was just getting over some flu bug. She smiles and carries on. One last lick and she deems them acceptable to be passed on – to you! This person is the spreader of all office borne illness, sharing infected spores via saliva on the corner of paper. What is wrong with using a rubber thimblette? Please don’t lick paper – ever. There really is no need for it. Lizzie, keep your bugs to yourself.

The Empty Tray Deserter
Bill doesn’t usually use the main office. He works upstairs but he has to venture out of his natural habitat occasionally to photocopy some of his marketing material – and you blooming well know when he’s been. You know when he’s used the copier, you know when he’s used the franking machine and you even know when he’s used the loo – how? Because the copier is flashing an angry red light and needs filling, the franking machine is out of funds and the loo roll needs replacing. ‘It’s no big deal’ he thinks. Bill is an annoying t***. Mommy and Daddy did everything for him when he was a kid and he still doesn’t have to lift a finger at home. If you have a Bill in the office, call him back to fill the paper tray and make him do the walk of shame – he can change, he’s just full of his own self-importance. It’s never too late to develop new skills – like exchanging an empty loo roll tube for a full one.

The Unnecessary Delegator
How many people does it take to change a light bulb? We’ve all heard this saying before, whether it be to open a joke or mock a group of people all doing the same job at once, when one person would suffice. 

Sue in accounts wants to get hold of a brochure from a company she regularly uses. She has the email address of the contact and she knows their name, but Sue thinks that requesting a brochure is beneath her. Sue sends Alan in admin an email asking him to request the brochure. Alan requests the brochure from a lady called Betty on Sue’s behalf. Betty emails Alan, to ask which brochure he wants. Alan then emails Sue to ask which brochure she was after. Sue replies and leaves Alan to relay that information back to Betty. Why on earth is Alan involved? Sue, you are a pain in the arse. Alan, you need to tell her to order her own brochure and stop wasting company human resources. 

The Birthday Collection
Can’t we all just keep our fivers? I know with ten of us in the office, we each get a birthday gift worth fifty pounds but please … our fifty-pound, year-long investment, has turned into some vouchers for a shop we barely use – and this is the best-case scenario. Did no one ever tell these people that cash is King? We may get some expensive perfume or leisure tickets, maybe a round of golf. Great. Again – cash is King – stuff golf. Sam the clerk hates golf and he’s allergic to all scents but he will force a grateful smile as he receives the gift. 

Max on reception thinks a raw insect, ‘Protein of the Future,’ tasting session would be a brill present for Jenny. Max? the names I want to call you are a bit obscene for this post and none of them are Max. Just do away with the collection gift thing. We want our money. We join in to be polite, we join in so that we’re not ostracised by our team. Jenny, you must hate showing everyone the photos of you vomiting while chewing on a mealworm slider – but they also insisted on a selfie to prove you did it.

People come to work to earn money not to plough it back into birthday collections to buy gifts that their colleagues don’t even want. Give Jenny and Sam a break.

The Mischievous Filer
You needs an invoice – urgently. Jackie had the invoice on her desk for two weeks but the invoice has suddenly gone. Jackie says she filed the invoice back in its original place. You go to get the invoice and, to your shock and horror, it is no longer there. You ask where the invoice is but Jackie maintains she put it back where it came from. It wouldn’t be so bad but HMRC are conducting a tax inspection and the five invoices that they’ve requested to see are the last five Jackie has been using, and none of them are filed where they should be. This isn’t the first time it’s happened either. It’s easy to forgive the occasional genuine mistake. Sweat beads roll down your forehead as the tax inspector peers up. You plead with Jackie to think where she put these invoices but she insists that you’ve since moved them as she always puts things back in their rightful places. As your heart pounds, you feel a darkness coming over you. Just as you are about to self-implode, you find the missing purchase invoices filed with the sales invoices. Jackie believes she put them back in the correct place, or does she? She looks at you. You can’t work out whether it’s a look of guilt or a sneer – she’s far too subtle for you to be sure. For now, you have been saved. The tax inspector stops throwing you judgemental looks. Jackie, you are a liability and need a less responsible job. Either that or you’re a sadist who needs reporting to HR. I hope you lose her at some point before you lose your sanity to her absent-mindedness or gas lighting – which ever one of these behaviours she’s displaying.

Omega 3 in all its Glory
We know Sid has started a new healthy eating plan and we know it’s good for him. Ultimately his work performance will improve, after all, the inclusion of more oily fish in his diet can only be a good thing. Salmon on Mondays, mackerel on Wednesdays – it’s all on his diet chart. Problem is, he cooks the stuff in the office microwave. The smell travels through the corridors into the communal office. It’s on his clothes, in his hair, in fact it’s in everyone’s hair, especially those who dared to venture into the kitchen to make a cup of tea while Sid’s fish was cooking. Great, now everyone smells of mackerel. The next day, the kitchen will still smell of mackerel. We applaud Sid’s commitment to his new diet but we don’t applaud the smell he’s forced upon us. Extremely smelly food – no way should it be cooked at work. Sid, eat your salmon cold, in a lunchbox, sealed. Same with your mackerel. Don’t cook extremely smelly food at work. I include sausages on this list too.

Workflow Woe
Joe’s role is central to the paperwork movement function. Everything that needs a paper trail lands on Joe’s desk. It normally takes him seconds to deal it into piles and pop it in the internal post. Most people in the company rely on Joe to distribute their work, which means they can sit idle until Joe does his bit. Joe however states that he’s too busy as he clips his nails and chews gum. Joe will do lunch first or he’ll even clean up the stationery cupboard that didn’t needed cleaning in the first place before he dishes out the damn paperwork. Joe knows he holds the power. Joe knows people are waiting but Joe will put his mixed-up pile into little piles when Joe is ready. Joe really isn’t popular but we seem to be stuck with Joes wherever we go. Joe, your retirement can’t come too soon … what you’re only twenty-five?

Go away, I’m packing up!
It’s 16.58. The traffic is diabolical unless you get out on the stroke of 17.00. You are called into John’s office just as you are watching your clock turn 16.59. John is in a senior position in the company so you can’t ask him to wait until tomorrow. That’s ruined your evening. It will cost you more money on childcare as you’ll inevitably catch the traffic and be late collecting your kids. Forget home cooked food, you’ve already decided to grab a pizza as your kids will be grouchy because of the late dinner – factor that cost in too. Maybe you’ll be late attending Bridge Club. Whatever your passion/responsibilities outside work, they are now scuppered. You will now spend another thirty minutes in traffic all because someone else couldn’t manage their time during working hours – or could they? Are they sick of seeing that you have a life and that you look forward to going home? Was it deliberate or just thoughtless? As you enter, you sit there while they talk about nothing for exactly three minutes and end the meaningless conversation with, ‘oh look at the time, I suppose we should go. This can wait until tomorrow,’ – no s***!

Officially – rant over. I hope you don’t have a Sue or a Joe or even a Max to contend with. I hope your workplace is as joyous as spring and you’re as happy as a five-year-old playing in a large cardboard box. Most of all, I hope you enjoyed my list of office offenders. We all have our bugbears, feel free to add your offices offenders in the comments section.

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Meet Me at Marmaris Castle

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‘With the help of best friend Beverley, forty-five-year-old primary school teacher Annie Henderson, is hanging up her beloved cardigans and rediscovering her sexy inner-siren. Why? Because of a proposition made ten years ago. Jason’s words have never left her. ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle, ten years from now, seven in the evening.’ 
As she battles with killer heels, bikini waxes and ill-fitting underwear, she toils with the doubts that swim through her head. ‘Will he turn up? If he does turn up, will he like me? Will I like him?’ After all, her only dream is for a happy ever after. Corny, yes – but it’s true. She wants her dream man, she wants him to fulfil all her desires and most of all she wants him to be the one. Is ten years too much of a gap though?’
Meet me at Marmaris Castle is a romantic comedy full of mishap, awkwardness and severe problems with fashion.

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Meet me at Marmaris Castle – Chapter 1

Leopard print shoes.

I love the shoes. He will love the shoes, that’s if he turns up. I hope he loves me more than the shoes but the shoes would be a start. Do I want him to love me? A decade is a long time and now I have stretch marks. I know people make promises but sometimes circumstances dictate whether a person is able to fulfil those promises. “Meet me at Marmaris Castle,” he’d said. That was almost ten years ago. Had he since married like I had? Maybe he’s divorced like me. I trembled at the thought. I don’t have a plan if he doesn’t show. I suppose at the very least I’ll get a holiday. I haven’t really had much time to myself since having the girls so a holiday sounds okay, just not as okay as seeing Jason again. I stare at the shoes, admiring the heel and the leopard print pattern, and I grin. He will definitely love the shoes. I pack them in my case. I fly the day after tomorrow. Take me to Marmaris.

Florida, the children and her.

Phillip’s car pulled up on time. I paused and watched as he opened ‘her’ car door. Oh no, does she have to get out? My heart feels as though it’s pumping at the back of my throat, making me feel like I need to gag. She’s getting out of the car. Yes, Miss younger, slimmer, and now just to top it off, pregnant, has just stepped out. Why is it that she looks like she’s been kitted out in the best that John Lewis can offer? When I was pregnant with the twins, I had to make do with leggings and his oversized tee-shirts. Oh yes, my wide-fit trainers were really glamorous; bloody puffy ankles. That’s how it goes when you’re pregnant and a bit hard up. I checked my reflection as they walked up the path. Hair at its best – check, loving the honey hi-lights. Make-up, tidy if not slightly foxy – check. Clothes – best in my price range – check. You can’t go wrong with jeans and a fitted shirt. The doorbell rang. The girls ran down the stairs. “Daddy,” Emily shouted. Shelly followed closely, carrying her favourite teddy bear. I heard the door open.

“Hello my lovely ladies. Are you excited?” Phillip asked. The girls yelled at the same time.

At first I hadn’t been pleased about him taking them to Florida with ‘her.’ It’s a long way to go and I’ve never been apart from them for that long. Three weeks without their shrill voices and animated play was going to seem strange and then there’s ‘her.’ Her has a name. Her is called Mallory. What kind of a name is Mallory? Mallory works in management. Mallory’s American father is some sort of business tycoon, IT sector I think. Mallory obviously works for Daddy’s company. Mallory has the shiniest hair and the firmest behind ever thanks to her personal trainer at the gym. Her gym has a steam room. I imagine her visiting the nutritionist just before getting her weekly manicure. My hands shake. I can see the attraction, I really can. Phillip and I did nothing but argue and Mallory has a fabulous house, a trim bottom and she has a swimming pool. I know this because my children come back from their country retreat and ask me why we can’t have a swimming pool too. I have no idea why Mallory wanted to put my husband in that lovely house but hey, what Mallory seems to want, Mallory gets. It was no good delaying the inevitable. I had to face them.

I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs. Play it cool Annie. Take one step after another in the ridiculously high heels you’ve treated yourself to. Whatever you do, don’t stumble. Be elegant, walk tall and show them that air of confidence that you’ve been practising so well. They come into view and I notice that they both look so well preened. Had Phillip gotten a fake tan? I tut. I have to stop doing that. I’m allowing parts of Mallory to enter my mind. Mallory says gotten all the time. The children even come home saying gotten. I’m forever correcting them.

Phillip smiled at me as he took Shelly’s case from the hall. He’d had his teeth whitened. That had to be Mallory’s influence.

“Hello Sweetie,” Mallory said as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I allowed her to hug me. “They are going to have such an awesome time. I don’t want you to worry about them for a single moment. You know I have an Aunt Ellie living in Miami, we’ll be staying at her beach house for one of the weeks. They will have such an amazing experience,” she said. I inhaled her perfume. I didn’t recognise the smell but it was no eau de toilette. It had a depth and a sweetness, which left me needing to inhale again. Her clothes felt soft to the touch. There was no colour fading or bobbling on her light shawl. It was then I realised that the size twelve high street jeans that were holding in my size fourteen stomach had nothing on her. I’ll get my own back when she reaches the third trimester.

Emily left the house and began walking down the path. “Do I get a hug Emily,” I called. She giggled and ran back.

“Sorry Mummy,” she said as she threw her arms around my waist. I kneeled and kissed her soft cheek.

“I think they’re just so excited to go and see Micky and Minnie, aren’t you girls?” Mallory shouted.

The twins yelled again. Big grins spread across their faces. “Even Ernie is looking forward to it,” Emily said as she held up her scruffy teddybear, the bear that Phillip and I had given her on her first birthday. The girls still looked so tiny. My heart missed a beat at the thought of them leaving me for a whole three weeks but despite our previous differences, Phillip is an excellent father. I just hoped in the meantime that Emily and Shelly would still think I was a good mother, after all, buying that swimming pool will never be on the cards.

“Mummy, I forgot Bertie,” Shelly said as she hugged me. Bertie is Emily’s first birthday bear. My girls rarely go anywhere without their special bears.

“That’s okay Love. I’ll go and get Bertie for you,” I said as I left her at the door and ran up the stairs. I ran into their room and started lifting the bedding and opening the cupboards. Bertie was nowhere to be seen. I’ve never known anything else get so lost, so many times. Shelly certainly was the forgetful one. I paced up and down as I tried to think back. She’d had Bertie at breakfast and then she’d taken Bertie upstairs when she was getting dressed.

“We have to get going soon. Can you hurry up?” Phillip called.

“I’m trying,” I said. I heard him murmuring to Mallory. The girls were giggling and running around on the drive, no doubt excited to be going to Disney World. I kneeled down and looked under the bed. How had Bertie ended up there, flush against the wall? I fell onto my front and reached as far as I could. I touched the bear’s arm. Just a bit further and I’d have the bear in my hand. I reached again and managed to grab it. “Ouch,” I yelled as I went to kneel up. My hair was stuck in a bed spring.

“Annie. I’m real sorry to hurry you but we have a flight to catch,” Mallory said.

I wrenched my hair from the spring and yelped as a few strands ripped out. Gripping Bertie, I hurried along the landing and ran down the stairs. That’s when time stopped; that’s how it seemed anyway. Halfway down, I missed the step in my ridiculous shoes. No longer did I feel hot, I felt steaming, stuffy, rushed and flustered. I remember slinging the bear and grabbing the bannister. I remember Phillip and Mallory staring at me as I slid on my bum, hair everywhere, arms flaying, grabbing anything. Then, I landed with my legs apart at the bottom of the stairs. Keep smiling, I thought. Don’t let them see your pain. As I went to stand, the top button on my jeans pinged and hit the front door, allowing my stomach to escape over my waistband.

“Are you okay Sweetie?” Mallory said as she ran over to me.

“I’m fine,” I replied, smiling as I tried to rake my fingers through my hair.

“Here, don’t try to lift her in your condition,” Phillip called as he ran over and offered me a hand up. The cheek of it. How heavy did he think I was? Did he think I would break little Mallory?

“I said I’m fine.” I grabbed the bannister and pulled myself up. My arm ached at the socket and my rear felt as though I’d taken a kicking but I wouldn’t show them my pain. “See, no damage done,” I said as I gasped for breath and placed a mass of tangled hair behind my ear.

The girls were still running around in the garden. Phillip bent down and picked Bertie up. Shelly ran up to him and he passed her the bear. “Thank you Daddy.” Thank Daddy why don’t you. I wanted to cry but I know that would be silly. It wasn’t Shelly’s fault I’d just fallen down the stars while trying to reunite her with her bear.

Phillip looked up at me and said, “Mummy found the bear.” At least he had some decency in there.

Mallory touched him on the arm, displaying her fiery red nails. “We have to go, really. Girls, say goodbye to your Mummy.”

Shelly and Emily ran up to me. I hugged them both at the same time. My girls were going away with their dad, without me, for the first time. I was going away without them for the first time since I’d had them too. I felt a tear welling up in the corner of my eye. Mallory looked at me. “We’ll take real good care of them, really we will,” she said as she hugged me. I hugged her back.

Phillip and Mallory have been together for two years. He had cheated on me with her, but we hadn’t been happy. I’d known for a long time he wasn’t the one but we’d planned to have a baby anyway. Foolish, I know, but neither of us were getting younger and we both saw children as being a part of our future. That baby had ended up being two babies. We made a go of it and it hadn’t worked. Our lack of love wasn’t Mallory’s fault. Her timing sucked but it wasn’t her fault. I felt like hitting myself for using another one of her words. Since when had I ever used the word sucked apart from in past tense when referring to how one consumed a popsicle? I blushed, there were other times. Anyway, moving on swiftly, I could slap myself again. It’s an ice-lolly. Why did the girls keep bringing these damn words home?

I watched as they all got in the car and buckled up. I waved to the girls. The car left the street and they were gone. A tear trickled down my face. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry and look at me now. I sobbed in the doorway, smearing all the make-up I’d spent ages applying. I closed the door and grabbed my phone from the side. What does a woman do when she’s sobbing her heart out like a baby? She calls her best friend and has a good natter. “Beverley, can you talk?” I said as I bawled down the phone.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Meet me at Marmaris Castle. 

Romantic comedy novella, ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle,’ is now available on Amazon. 

With the help of best friend Beverley, forty-five-year-old primary school teacher Annie Henderson, is hanging up her beloved cardigans and rediscovering her sexy inner-siren. Why? Because of a proposition made ten years ago. Jason’s words have never left her. ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle, ten years from now, seven in the evening.’ 

As she battles with killer heels, bikini waxes and ill-fitting underwear, she toils with the doubts that swim through her head. ‘Will he turn up? If he does turn up, will he like me? Will I like him?’ After all, her only dream is for a happy ever after. Corny, yes – but it’s true. She wants her dream man, she wants him to fulfil all her desires and most of all she wants him to be the one. Is ten years too much of a gap though? 

Meet me at Marmaris Castle is a romantic comedy full of mishap, awkwardness and severe problems with fashion. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meet-me-at-Marmaris-Castle-ebook/dp/B01KL6RQCW/

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Toodle pip,
Carla Kovach x

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To Let – 99p. This weekend only.

99p. 
For this weekend only on Kindle Countdown, psychological thriller ‘To Let’ is going cheap. 

To Let 

Then: 

Years ago there was a death in the village of Beoley, a teenage girl was found drowned in a well, murdered. No one was ever charged. 

Now: 

After leaving her long term partner, Libby moves into a new apartment in Canal House. To begin with everything seems fine, she is effectively avoiding all communications with her cheating ex Gary. Her new landlord Tim seems pleasant and she regularly pours her heart out to her sister Olly. Soon the cracks begin to widen, her job pressures build to an unmanageable level, Gary is becoming increasingly persistent with his texts and calls and her allusive neighbour Mr Bull is regularly causing disturbances amongst the block. On top of everything, the father of missing woman Bettina who once lived in her flat arrives and seeks her help in finding his daughter. 
Slowly, the stresses of her new life begin to perpetuate the darker aspects of her personality. Her depressive side slowly takes over and her delicate state of mind is carefully played by a dark mysterious personality. Can she come out of it with her life and sanity? 

Not for the easily scared…………

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To Let – 99p special offer next weekend!!

If you enjoyed ‘Whispers Beneath the Pines,’ you may enjoy psychological thriller ‘To Let.’

‘To Let’ will be 99p next weekend on a Kindle Countdown promotion. If you enjoy a dark psychological thriller, don’t forget to bag a reduced price download. It’s not for the easily disturbed. 🔪
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An early stroll around Marmaris – May 2016

Welcome. I’ve uploaded a few photos of an early morning walk around Marmaris, by the marina and castle. I hope you enjoy them.

This photo was taken from Cafe Simple on the marina, where we drank many iced coffees and watched delivery staff go by, transporting food deliveries to people on the huge boats. I can only imagine how much money one needs to have a boat like those that are moored on the front. 

  

See the masts reaching into the blue Marmaris sky.

  

An early morning shot.

  

At the other end of the spectrum, the small working boats moored up.

  

I’ve become fond of the cats that walk the streets around these parts. Here’s a little one crossing the pavement. 

  

And another cute feline in a derelict property, up by the castle, poking his head out for a look.

  

The day we were there was a celebratory day, Youth and Sports day. There were balloons leading up to Marmaris Castle.

  

  

A look around the harbour.

   

You can tell we were out early, the streets were desolate ….

  

Except for the Tuborg delivery chap.

  

A seat to sit on, if you need a breather after trekking up to the castle.
  

And another, although, I’d approach this one with caution.

  

Lastly, I think this one was my favourite seating area.

  

Anyway, that’s the little walk over. Have a lovely day.

Toodle pip,
Carla Kovach

Copyright Carla Kovach 2016. 

Meet Me at Marmaris Castle

Romantic comedy novella, ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle,’ is now available on Amazon. 

With the help of best friend Beverley, forty-five-year-old primary school teacher Annie Henderson, is hanging up her beloved cardigans and rediscovering her sexy inner-siren. Why? Because of a proposition made ten years ago. Jason’s words have never left her. ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle, ten years from now, seven in the evening.’ 

As she battles with killer heels, bikini waxes and ill-fitting underwear, she toils with the doubts that swim through her head. ‘Will he turn up? If he does turn up, will he like me? Will I like him?’ After all, her only dream is for a happy ever after. Corny, yes – but it’s true. She wants her dream man, she wants him to fulfil all her desires and most of all she wants him to be the one. Is ten years too much of a gap though? 

Meet me at Marmaris Castle is a romantic comedy full of mishap, awkwardness and severe problems with fashion. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meet-me-at-Marmaris-Castle-ebook/dp/B01KL6RQCW/

Whispers Beneath the Pines

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Icmeler Cakes – Savas’s Cafe Anne.

If a cake with a view is what you’re after, Cafe Savas is you place. This long seafront cafe offers a small but excellent range of homemade cakes. We had apple pie, strawberry flan and another – it’s slipped my mind completely – to choose from. As I’d had a huge breakfast, my mind stopped working after the mention of strawberry flan. Maybe a light sponge topped with some fruit was badly needed, along with a coffee frappe. 

  

The generous portion of flan soon arrived with a large dollop of the loveliest vanilla ice cream. The bottom layer, as suspected was a light sponge. This was topped nicely by strawberries embedded in jelly.

Cafe Savas is a popular cafe. Most of the seats at the front were already taken. 

  

If you’re a sweet lover like myself, then this cafe is a good one to visit. It didn’t take long to devour my dessert, especially when my husband Nigel couldn’t get enough of the ice cream. The view is wonderful, the staff don’t appear to hassle people to come in, which is always good, and the cake is tasty. 

  

Anyway, I come to the end of my holiday. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about my cake eating escapades, my Akyaka Tour trip, and my expedition to the abandoned hotel. I will be sharing some posts when I get home about Icmeler and Marmaris as well as writing a further post showing you the insides of the abandoned hotel. Yes, My husband and I have scoured the rooms and taken a stack of photos for your enjoyment. We’ve risked life and limb to bring you photos!!! (I say this with a grin).

I’ll be sad to leave but hey, there’s always a next time. Is isn’t the end of the cake tour. It is to be continued some time soon. 

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Toodle pip,
Carla Kovach
Copyright Carla Buckley 2016.

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Meet Me at Marmaris Castle

Romantic comedy novella, ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle,’ is now available on Amazon.

With the help of best friend Beverley, forty-five-year-old primary school teacher Annie Henderson, is hanging up her beloved cardigans and rediscovering her sexy inner-siren. Why? Because of a proposition made ten years ago. Jason’s words have never left her. ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle, ten years from now, seven in the evening.’

As she battles with killer heels, bikini waxes and ill-fitting underwear, she toils with the doubts that swim through her head. ‘Will he turn up? If he does turn up, will he like me? Will I like him?’ After all, her only dream is for a happy ever after. Corny, yes – but it’s true. She wants her dream man, she wants him to fulfil all her desires and most of all she wants him to be the one. Is ten years too much of a gap though?

Meet me at Marmaris Castle is a romantic comedy full of mishap, awkwardness and severe problems with fashion.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meet-me-at-Marmaris-Castle-ebook/dp/B01KL6RQCW/

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The Deniz Kapisi Turkish Breakfast for 2 

Their motto – “Good things made with love.”

I think I can honestly say that this is the best Turkish breakfast I’ve ever had. Knowing that this place is a popular eatery, I reserved a table for my husband and myself. Firat, our host, saved the table right at the back of their little jetty, which is in the perfect position to feed the fish. 

  

At 10.30, we arrived to find that our reserved table was probably the only free table left on the jetty. Little dishes of tasty treats sprawled across the other tables. I knew at this point, that this breakfast was going to be something special.

  

Choosing this place hadn’t been left to chance. After months of monitoring Icmeler Facebook groups, this place had been mentioned on many occasions, as being the best. I knew I personally had to experience this breakfast that everyone spoke about. 

  

With the order placed, we waited with anticipation for the food to arrive and O.M.G! Yes, this was an OMG moment. Did I really order the Eggs Menemen on the side? There were four different preserves, golden runny honey, cheese several ways, sun-dried tomatoes, tomato dressed peppers, tomato paste, a candied tomato dressed with syrup and nuts, pancakes, pumpkin, olives, salad, feta pastries, Turkish tea, and the list goes on. This wasn’t breakfast, it was a banquet. 

  

As for setting, Deniz Kapisi is idyllic. Gazing at the calm sea with the mountainous background, while the fish swarm for leftover bread, was absolutely delightful. We watched as people swam, others left on boats and the sportier types enjoyed the vast array of water sports on offer in Icmeler.

The fish.
  

If you are coming to Icmeler or Marmaris, I urge you to visit this little diamond of an eatery that sparkles on the edge of Icmeler. It’s positioned at the far end of the beach as you head towards the Marina. It is the first restaurant you reach that offers a jetty to dine on. Oh and did I say that Firat is a wonderfully attentive host? And did I say that their pizzas are good too? Did I say how perfect the setting was? Apologies, I’ll shut up now. I know when I’m going on.

Our lovely host Firat.
  

As for cost, this breakfast, without the Eggs Menemen side dish comes to just under 50 TRL for 2 people, which is approximately £12 (as at May 2016). This includes a bottle of water and a pot of Turkish tea. Where else can you get a banquet on the sea for this price? I would also love to add that Denis Kapisi is a ‘no hassle’ restaurant which immediately draws you in. How the others could learn a thing or two. It is quality and word of mouth that ultimately make an establishment a success. They don’t need luck, they just need to keep doing what they’re doing. We’ll be back when we’ve slept breakfast off. Zzzzz.

For more details, here’s their Facebook page link:
https://www.facebook.com/denizkapisiofficial/?ref=br_rs

Toodle pip,
Carla Kovach
Photos – copyright Nigel Buckley 2016.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Whispers-Beneath-Pines-Carla-Kovach/dp/1505408644

Meet Me at Marmaris Castle

Romantic comedy novella, ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle,’ is now available on Amazon. 
With the help of best friend Beverley, forty-five-year-old primary school teacher Annie Henderson, is hanging up her beloved cardigans and rediscovering her sexy inner-siren. Why? Because of a proposition made ten years ago. Jason’s words have never left her. ‘Meet me at Marmaris Castle, ten years from now, seven in the evening.’ 

As she battles with killer heels, bikini waxes and ill-fitting underwear, she toils with the doubts that swim through her head. ‘Will he turn up? If he does turn up, will he like me? Will I like him?’ After all, her only dream is for a happy ever after. Corny, yes – but it’s true. She wants her dream man, she wants him to fulfil all her desires and most of all she wants him to be the one. Is ten years too much of a gap though? 

Meet me at Marmaris Castle is a romantic comedy full of mishap, awkwardness and severe problems with fashion. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Meet-me-at-Marmaris-Castle-ebook/dp/B01KL6RQCW/

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