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Arghh

No Internet, no cable tv and a burst pipe in the garden means we now have a crater on the lawn (could be turned into water feature? Trying to see the positives right now) and rubbish water pressure in the house.

Also had the shortest holiday ever yesterday as crossing the Omani border without a visa is, understandably, not allowed. Alpha is looking fairly sheepish right now.

Is this the most frustrating week ever?

Comments

Anonymous said…
Can't you get your visa's at the border??
Sounds like you may aswell go ahead with the swimming pool after all!!! Hope your weekend gets better x
11:04 am
Kate B. said…
yes, you can, but not if you leave your Dubai residency visa at home! Oops. I can see the funny side though, poor Alpha. :-)

Thanks Anon. Yeah, pool is looking like an increasingly attractive option...
2:58 pm
Daddy Papersurfer said…
I suppose it's all those frosts you have ...
6:07 pm
Anonymous said…
Get your husband to buy you a solid gold sump-pump and have the slave turn it on.
11:18 pm
Kate B. said…
Paper, yes it is unseasonably cold over here in Dubai (she says, sweating with the a/c on full blast).

Anon, or rather Dad (yes my real Daddy, not you Paper) - obviously your recent DIY triumphs have gone to your head - just because you are now famed all over Slovakia for your sump expertise there's no need to show off...So, will you come over and fix the water pressure please??! Nobody over here seems to know their pumps from a hole (crater) in the ground. I need you!
9:20 pm
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