Eek, Rex called this morning, furniture will be delivered next Monday October 17th, at 8.30am. Can’t believe it’s happening, guess we really are living here.

Small one, woke up in the middle of the night with a fever and was ill on Thursday night. Like most children he bounced back on Friday. However, come Saturday, of course the beginning of the week, he was right back where he started. Fever at 5am and miserable. By 9am it was evident that all was not well. 10am we were at the “hospital” in our pajamas languishing. Fortunately one of the nurses tracked us down quickly and Jay as soon being looked over. An hour later we were home back in bed with antibiotics and a diagnosis of tonsillitis. The next few days will be home bound resting and hopefully, on the mend.

Hair - we all have it, we all want someone else’s and when our own looks “sad” we feel glum.

My first go around with the Hairdresser in Bahrain, was a international communication disaster. Orangey brown roots with blonde tips looks frightful at best! Language was an issue and combined with hairdresser running late by 30 mins and my need to be out the door to get to the airport to catch a flight to Doha, didn’t help. It was all very exotic in a women only hairdressing salon with men styling and cutting and so. A sea of Abaya’s and headscarves being removed so that hair could actually be attended to. It would be easy for me to fall into the trap of - oh I wear a headscarf, does it matter what my hair looks like?

This morning we had 150% improvement. Hairdresser came to the house. Hair was colored and trimmed in just under 2 hours. Back to blonde! Yeah! Even he was shocked by the head of hair he had to work on and promised me that it would look better next time. All I can say is that “Blonde Bunni is Back”. Hurrah as Jay would say.

Speaking of whom, he came home last night with a yellow paper crown on his head announcing that he was “King of the World” and ran around with a couple of cardboard tubes playing “King”.

Well, here we are looking down the barrel of three months here. Unbelievable if you ask me. I don’t know how Rex and Jay feel about it all. I still don’t believe that we live here. The week started this morning with a bang. The garden men are busy rebuilding their efforts from last week, a minor adjustment and better to have it done now than to look at the lawn and wish that they’d done it right in the first place. Still hot as blazes here and frankly I just can’t imagine these balmy 70F - 80F days that people wax and wane over. Either they have heat stroke or they are remembering their holidays overseas in Anarticia!