The great escape!

I always know when the tall person, De and the little person intend to go out without me. Firstly, the tall person will close and lock the toy room door so I can’t get to the balcony and bark at passers by whilst they are out. Secondly, he will check the kitchen table to see if there is anything interesting within my reach.

Normally I don’t mind them going out without me because they often bring back something nice for me from the shops but I didn’t go for a walk yesterday and wanted to stretch my legs.

So when I saw the tall person go to lock the toy room door this afternoon I went out on the veranda, knowing that he wouldn’t want to leave me outside. From my vantage point, overlooking the yard, I watched as De and the little person went down the front steps into the yard. Ah, the advance party is in position.

The tall person then came out to the veranda to bring me inside. Ha! I easily sidestepped him and ran back into the house, along the long hall way and out the front door and down the front steps and into the yard before he knew what was happening. The little person thought this was very funny.

Realising what I had done, the tall person came down the front steps to get me. He knew it would be difficult to get me back up the steps if I didn’t want to go so he unlocked the door to the steps that lead from the yard to the veranda (they are less steep) and pushed me up them. Big mistake tall person. You should have held on to my collar. I bounded up the steps, ran across the veranda, through the open back door………

……along the hall way, out the front door and down the front steps and into the yard. Full circle! Even De was laughing now!

After a few moments, the tall person emerged smiling from the house and stood at the top of the front steps holding my lead.

Victory! We went for a lovely walk in the forest but as soon as we got back the tall person made a gate at the top of the front steps. Ah, back to the drawing board. Hmm, perhaps a tunnel next time?

I would like some chicken soup!

The little person had a good night’s sleep and didn’t call for me but I couldn’t really settle because I was listening to him breathe, expecting him to stir any moment. Have you ever listened to someone breathe when they are asleep? After a while your breathing synchronizes, which feels lovely but then it slows or gets quicker and you try to synchronize again and then it stops for a while and you lie there worrying until it starts again. I couldn’t stop myself listening so I spent most of the night breathing irregularly whilst he slept like a baby!

In the morning he jumped out of bed and called for De, completely recovered. I however, feel shattered and can’t stop yawning!

De said she will make him chicken soup today, which sounds nice but who will look after poor tired Bassa? I would like some chicken soup De.

Nursing is such hard work!

Up and down, up and down, up and down. Sometimes days are full of ups and downs. Well, my day has been like that. I have been looking after the little person who has been feeling poorly today.

The one thing that is not feeling poorly is his voice.

“Can I have some water…..I’m hungry…..I’m bored…..it’s too bright in here…..it’s too light…..I’m hot……I’m cold……I want to read……I don’t like this book……I want to watch a movie……I can’t find the remote control”.

Are all little people like this when they are not well? Paediatric nursing is such hard work!

Hmm, he’s been quiet for 5 minutes. Perhaps he is asleep. I could do with a nap. I shall just close my eyes…….

“Bassa!” Bassa!” Ok, I hear you little ill person. I’m coming. What does he want now? Deep breath. I am a professional, I am a professional…….

Nurse Bassa

The little person wasn’t well during the night and woke us all up. He was still unwell in the morning so he didn’t go to school today. Poor little person.

I have been looking after him and I am pleased to report that thanks to my diligent care he now feels well enough to play computer games.

As you can see from the computer screen in the picture, my patient is on the road to recovery – well actually he is on the road to somewhere!

Now it is time for Nurse Bassa to take a well deserved break and catch up on some of that lost sleep. Please don’t ‘beep’ me for a while little person – Nurse Bassa is very tired.

I must remember to ask De to phone his teacher and ask her for the weekend homework – we wouldn’t want the little person to miss that would we! I am sure when he is fully recovered he will want to thank me for thinking of his education.

The little person learns on top of a mountain

From the title of this post you might suppose that the little person is being taught by Tibetan monks in a monastery high in the Himalayas and you would be partly right – not about the Tibetan monks or the monastery or the Himalayas but the little person’s school is at the top of a mountain. Not our mountain but another one on the other side of Tbilisi.

Every week day morning at 8.00 a.m. the tall person takes the little person to the end of the street to wait for the school minibus to take him to school. I always watch them from the toy room balcony. The school has lots of minibuses that collect children from all parts of Tbilisi, take them to school and then deliver them home again at the end of the day. Because the little person lives far from the school he is always the first to be picked up by his minibus and the last to be dropped off. He does not usually get home until 6.00 p.m. so he has a long day.

This is a picture of the little person’s place of learning at the top of the mountain. It is a very good school and he learns many things here, including Georgian, English and Russian languages.

The little person likes school and especially his teacher, whose name is Tamuna. All school children call their teachers “mas”. It is short for “mastsavlebeli”, which is the word for teacher.

There are lots of pictures of the little person at school but I chose this one to show you because it is my favourite. I should point out that this is not the little person’s school uniform. I think they had a dressing up day at school and he went as a white bear. And no, that is not me next to him – it is one of his friends pretending to be me.

Have a good day at your school on top of the mountain little person. I will be waiting on the balcony at 6.00 p.m.

“Bottom paper”

I’ve just been to the shops with the tall person. On the way back we had an English language lesson. We do this regularly and today we discussed the nuances of the English language. It was prompted by the tall person hearing the little person say that there was “no bottom paper in the bathroom”. The tall person had smiled at this literal translation and told him that the correct term is “toilet paper”. The little person thought about this for a while and then asked why people use words that don’t really describe things properly. He used the example of ’tissues’ and said that “nose paper” would be a much better description.  The tall person had to agree that “nose paper” would be more accurate but pointed out that some words had been created to ‘soften’ things, especially those things associated with people ‘maintaining’ their bodies!

Hmm, interesting but I’m still not clear why wood is such a popular body maintenance product!

Turkish delight!

One of my favourite shops in Marjanishvili Street is a Turkish cake shop. It has the most amazingly delicious cakes and pastries. Unfortunately, I can only take the tall person’s word for this as I am not allowed to eat them because they are made with lots of syrup and sugar. He said that the cakes literally melt in your mouth!

I like to sit outside the shop and gaze longingly at the beautiful cakes and……….drool!

You can see from the photo that the shop is very popular with girls who have a sweet tooth. Watch your figures young ladies!

The cake shop on Marjanishvili Street is part of the district of Didube-Chugureti, an area of Tbilisi that has a sizable Turkish community. Because of this, there are lots of Turkish shops and cafes and restaurants. I asked the tall person why there are so many and he told me that part of Georgia borders with Turkey so it is no surprise that people from Turkey have settled here. Oh, I thought they came here to be near the cake shop!

Don’t say that word!

I found a locust in the garden this morning. It was sitting on a leaf on one of the lower branches of a tree. I didn’t disturb it but I alerted the tall person. He came to look and took some photographs.

He told me that the long hot summer had encouraged lots of creatures to look for food where people live. He remembered a story published in early August in the New York Times that reported that residents of Tbilisi were becoming alarmed by the numbers of scorpions, snakes and giant locusts in the city. Some people said that the apocalypse was coming. Others said that the giant locusts were caused by fallout from the Chernobyl nuclear reactor disaster.

The tall person told me not to panic. He remembered seeing locusts in the city but they were normal size. He also said that the one I had found in the garden was also normal size. He should know because he once kept a chameleon as a pet and fed it locusts.

I haven’t seen a scorpion yet but De saw a large snake when we were walking in the forest recently. The tall person said it was almost certainly harmless. However, he went on to say that the story in the New York Times reported that many Georgians traditionally associate snakes with the devil and try to avoid using the word ‘snake’ as they feel it might cause something bad to happen to them. When the tall person asked De about this she said many people are superstitious about snakes and will not use the word.

Interesting. I asked the tall person why the locust I had found in the garden was by itself. He said it could have happened for many reasons but the wind had probably separated it from its swarm. Ah, I hope it finds its friends again – in someone else’s garden!