The spleen of the desert.

In what will prove to indicate the surreal la-de-da quality of my “housewife without work” life, this morning I attended a “House of Colour” morning in the Arabian Ranches. Now, you may be surprised that I am not going to discuss the morning – which incidentally was not a religious meditative retreat, nor was it…

Drink Drank Drunk

This drink got drank and then I got drunk. It’s a Manhattan at the lounge bar at the Armani Hotel Dubai, and it was delicious. It was followed by shenanigans at Hashi – more here. Taken with an iPhone, so please don’t judge my photographic skill on this one – I just can’t manage to…

Children v none

Last weekend I was treated to a wedding where a surprising number of the guests were childless. These people are unofficially known as our “cool friends”. Is it uncool to use the word cool now? I’ve no idea. Anyway, I made several observations that I would like to share. Not so much in the hope…

Bigger is better

Yesterday I watched my 7 year old son recover from sinus surgery. It was traumatic – the crying, the fainting, the nausea, and Lion had a terrible time of it too. Less said the better, but at least I can recommend a good ENT now that my two snot-monsters have been through procedures. Dr Shuker…

Back to my Sandpit

Do you remember last week – I was having anxiety attacks about the number of construction vehicles on the vacant lot outside my house? I was concerned that the Dubai construction boom might actually be back, and it was starting 25 metres from my youngest son’s bedroom. There were whopping great spotlights all pointed to…