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The Heart of the Cross

The Heart of the Cross

In love with Grace I can’t make decisions. It may sound trivial but it can be debilitating and intensely irritating for those around me! My poor husband feels it most keenly. Take the jeans I wanted last Christmas. I couldn’t get them in the Middle East so I commissioned my husband to get them on one of his many trips back to the UK. From the outset, he wasn’t happy. He frequently reminds me that he has a real job…

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Crowned With A Father’s Love

Crowned With A Father’s Love

My first Middle Eastern dental trip was a full-blown disaster. My husband is so often away that I like to preserve family time for nicer things so I went with the children by myself one Saturday morning. On the way into the appointment, we spotted the dentists chatting over a coffee in the hospital cafe. Forty-five minutes later, still waiting to be seen, I wasn’t in the mood for the various lines I was being fed by reception about the…

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Fear: Where Angels Tread

Fear: Where Angels Tread

I have started to feel like a bit of a Job figure of late, like someone who encounters so many calamities that I question whether, collectively, they are making some sort of statement about me. Are they saying I am just unfortunate or deserving of bad things? Our current holiday is a case in point. Just as we were recovering from the lost luggage debacle, I ended up in a wheelchair in a Greek hospital, waiting for my foot to…

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Greek Island Hoping

Greek Island Hoping

My husband and I wonder if we will have nothing to talk about if we ever go on a holiday where no disaster befalls us. It’s a theory we’re keen to put to the test one day… There was the holiday in Italy where the builders were still constructing our holiday rental on our arrival. The holiday where the staff servicing our house were unashamedly stealing from us and we slept 5 to a bed in case they stole the…

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Part 2: Gazumped!

Part 2: Gazumped!

During our travels around the UK last month, with a stirring in our hearts for a place to call our own, we found a house we thought might be it. We made an offer and it was accepted. For exactly a week and a day, my family and I enjoyed the tantalising prospect of being almost home owners. We instructed solicitors and paid for searches. We talked about who would have which bedroom, we discussed the possibility of renaming it,…

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Part 1: A Place to Rest My Head

Part 1: A Place to Rest My Head

To say we spent 6 months planning our summer visit to the UK (our first trip back after a year away), we managed to make it look as though no one, at any point, had put any thought into it. For weeks, we talked dates and locations. We booked and cancelled Air BnB’s on a daily basis, kept family on their toes with weekly updates of our changing plans and then changed them all again once we landed. It should…

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When Love Broke Through

When Love Broke Through

Before we moved overseas, I worked as a criminal solicitor, defending people who stood accused, often of small things, occasionally big. The question I was most frequently asked by family and friends was: ‘How do you defend someone if you believe they’re guilty?’ Generally-speaking, I wasn’t often troubled by that issue. I believe everyone deserves a defence. Our legal system is flawed but not as flawed as systems where there is little or no access to legal representation. And there…

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Mission 24/24 Fun

Mission 24/24 Fun

My 2 criteria for my 40th birthday celebrations were seemingly simple ones: no abaya and a glass of champagne. Easy to arrange elsewhere in the world but in our current neck of the woods, this was code for: whisk me away for an exotic weekend! With a big UK trip coming up, it had to be a small hop somewhere out of the kingdom. Otherwise I might have angled for Barcelona or Venice… Contrary to common perceptions, Beirut is described…

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A Date with Destiny

A Date with Destiny

I had a sad and moving experience last week in the most mundane of circumstances.  It was during my weekly shop.  As background, maybe I should explain that I hate the weekly shop.  I gave up supermarket shopping years ago when they invented online shopping but when we arrived in the Middle East last summer, online shopping was in its infancy. I had a brief fling with it but we didn’t get on and agreed to part company after my…

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Compounding the Differences

Compounding the Differences

It struck me this week that I am becoming compound-bound. So are our children. It’s easy to do, especially now its Ramadan and the average temperature is spiking into the 40s. Basically. everywhere is either too hot or shut until ifthar brings the relative cool of sunset, the opening of shops and restaurants, and the breaking of the fast. But that’s too late for 3 year olds. One of my last trips off-compound was to the hospital to get our…

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