- The process of renting our house out is almost complete: to date the deal has been signed, sealed and will be delivered by the end of the month. Now I just need to effect all the repairs I've been busily ignoring for the past however-many-months and start sorting out our junk... (and with three kids, we sure do have a lot of junk - garage sale, anyone?)
- I may have found a rental house for us to live in. It's not exactly the area I considered when I started my search but it's workable with it's own unique charm. The house itself is beyond charming and, brilliantly, has just been completely refurbished with a tasteful eye (not usually the case here in Dubai where, it seems, the majority of landlords consider bathrooms with tiles the color of chopped liver to be ultra-desirable)
- I've been offered a job: just need to see if the terms are reasonable and the hours flexible before I decide one way or the other
- Off to see British singer-songwriter and ex-lead singer of the Verve Richard Ashcroft on Friday night, a total nod to my disreputable youth. Listening to Bittersweet Symphony still makes me think of sitting on the top of London's Primrose Hill with my mates watching the sun come up after a hard night dancing at Hoxton's once-famous 333 club or one of the dodgy one-off nights they used to hold underneath the Arches in Vauxhall. The big difference is that this time I'll be 15 years older and dancing on the sand at Dubai's Nasimi Beach, hopefully with a complicated cocktail in my hand. I'm very much looking forward to it - after all, even an ancient mother-of-three needs to let her hair down now and then.
Having had no babies in our house for half a decade Alpha and I are in dire need of a refresher course before the arrival of Peanut this summer. So we've been hanging out with as many small babies as possible in an effort to ease ourselves back in gently prior to the Big Event. This is what we've figured out: Babies are really cute. Especially when they smile. And they smell really good. Plus they feel nice to cuddle. And persuading a baby to fall asleep with minimal screeching feels a bit like winning the lottery. But all this is only really great in the context of other people's babies. Because then you can hand them back when they shout or if they've done one of those really nasty up-the-back-of-the-babygro yellow poos. Or if you want to do something nice and solitary, like go for a wee. This is because babies are tiny dictators. Their weapons of choice are noise pollution, sleep deprivation and projectile poo - and they have no moral qualms about launching the...
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I'm also going to Nasimi, we will have to catch up so we can dance around our handbags for a few songs :-)
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