Ware to start!?

Ware in Hertfordshire, that’s where!! My childhood revolved around trips to Ware as it is where my grandparents lived.  I have so many happy memories of seeing Grandma and Granddad, but also our extended family too.  As I explained in my last post, I have a wonderful set of God-parents and all of them came…

My Holibops

Hello everyone! I’ve been a bit quite because a) I wasn’t very well and b) then I went home for a couple of weeks of “rest”.  It is never actually a restful holiday as any expat knows.  It is literally spent chasing around seeing as many friends as you can, and trying to maximise your…

“He Named Me Malala”, Netflix

In a break from my normal endless stream of trashy TV (which reminds me, I have a lot of Dynasty to catch up on!), I found myself strangely drawn to a documentary about Malala Yousefzai. A couple of years ago I was in an Uber on my way to RAK and the normal ‘where are…

Big Bus Tour – Part 6, or, The Last Route

Just like on the Green Route, I hadn’t realised quite how much time would be spent on Sheikh Zayed Road so had opted to go upstairs again.  I can now say that I know that there isn’t a photo opportunity that is worth sitting in the open air section of a bus with no seat…

Big Bus Tour – Part 5, Or, The Green Route

We jumped back on our bus at the Spice Souk and were very pleased to see that our calculations had been correct.  Our bus wasn’t over crowded and we took our seat for the final leg of the Red Route. We drove past the Frame again and I have to say, it’s much more impressive…

Big Bus Tour – Part 4, Or, The Creek

With Dubai Museum behind us and the wind from being on an open top bus cooling us down (how people do this in the summer is beyond me) we set off again.  Sadly it was only a couple of short jumps to our next get off point.  We were headed onto the Creek for a…

Big Bus Tour – Part 3, or, Dubai Museum

After our exciting little mooch around the hidden souq (Part 2!) and our impromptu silly faces photo shoot outside it to pass the time, we jumped back on the bus and headed off to learn more. We battled the traffic through Karama and Burjuman and I spent half the time giggling at our fellow explorers. …

Winchester Winter Market

On one of his many long drives the other week, The Boy was listening to some or other grown up boring chat show type radio programme and was highly entertained to listen to a discussion on the appalling state of the ice and size at Winchester’s temporary ice rink.  He was also amused by the…

Sticks and stones

We are all told that little rhyme when we are growing up. It’s meant to keep us safe from mean words.  Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.  It’s great in theory but it’s a lie. Words can hurt horrendously.  It’s an obvious thing really. Don’t use the n-word…

Hairdressing Adventures in Dubai

Or, as I like to refer to it… the ongoing search for someone who doesn’t f*ck my hair up. I had the wonderful Stylianos take care of me for so long.  He did wonders with my strange decisions of the time.  He managed to get me back to a decent blonde after it was dark brown and…