Palm Reading

Palm Reading

I knew travelling 27 hours for our Easter holiday would be challenging. To be honest, we probably wouldn’t have done it if we hadn’t made the mistake of mentioning Disney to the children before researching the journey. There are some things you cannot do to a child. Bandying the word ‘Disney’ around, then telling them to forget it is one of them. We live in the Middle East. Getting to California involved rousing our children at 1am to fly to…

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The Tattoo Parlour

The Tattoo Parlour

Vanity led me into new and unchartered territory this week. This time it was my eyebrows’ fault. Before Monday, they were almost invisible after years of plucking (my mother warned me in my teens that they wouldn’t grow back but who takes fashion advice from their mum when they’re 18?). For a long time, I’d wanted to regain the eyebrows of my youth. It must have become a bit of an obsession, otherwise I probably wouldn’t have told the organiser…

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Breaking the Silence, Mending A Marriage

Breaking the Silence, Mending A Marriage

This article felt too personal to put my name to when it was published last year in ‘Contact’, the Armed Forces Christian Union Magazine. But with my lovely husband’s agreement, I have decided to share it here as I believe God not only breathes new life into the ashes of a situation but can use them to help others. According to The Marriage Foundation, only 9% of couples who spilt up have a high conflict relationship; 60% are happy and…

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Eaglets’ Wings

Eaglets’ Wings

Last week, I found myself hanging upside down in my friend’s bedroom.  I’ve never tried bungee jumping and I wasn’t a skilful enough gymnast to hold a handstand for more than a few seconds so I’ve not had many views of the world from this angle. I’d limped over to her house to get some relief for my back. She’d invited me to try her inversion table- a contraption you strap yourself into, before tipping yourself upside down.  The idea…

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Love & Hugs, Charlie Mackesy

Love & Hugs, Charlie Mackesy

That’s my dad’s reflection in the glass! It occurred to me last night that there might be people reading this, here or anywhere where faith is squashed, who might be in need of some encouragement from talks or podcasts.  I thought I would start posting ones I have found useful.  I haven’t got a wealth of material so recommendations about your favourites would be gratefully received! This is a talk given by Charlie Mackesy.  You may have heard of him. …

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Equally Precious

Equally Precious

Today and tomorrow, the Kingdom will celebrate ‘Women’s’ Day’ for the second year running. To an outsider such as me, it feels like a historic occasion. An operetta entitled the ‘Daughters of Salman’ will be performed and there will be female poetry readings and a presentation about the history of the women of this country. I’d love to go (but my husband’s away, I’ve thrown my back out and I can’t work out how you buy tickets!). Even though I’ve…

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The King of Hearts

The King of Hearts

This week, we visited the country’s largest cultural festival.  It’s an annual event opened by the King, lasting over a fortnight.  It’s popularity means that people’s work and school days, flights out of the Kingdom, even the weekly shop, have to be arranged around it because of the traffic created by those queuing to go in.  It’s held in a huge and impressive venue, which is used only once a year to house these festivities. We enjoyed ourselves so much,…

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His-Story

His-Story

The guide book says it’s one of the best-known natural wonders of Bahrain. An enormous acacia tree, widely believed to be 4,000 years old, growing in an otherwise barren desert, it’s source of water a mystery, it’s growth a miracle. Just the name of this tree stirred my emotions as we planned a trip there during half term this week. Driving away from the main road leading out of Bahrain, with the sun low in the sky, we headed towards…

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On the Wheel

On the Wheel

A couple of weeks ago, I joined a group of my friends for a ma’ssalamah brunch, or a good-bye send-off, for those of us who don’t speak Arabic. The good-bye girl had arranged a private bus, fully kitted our with curtains to protect our modesty, to deliver us from the compound to the restaurant. Late as ever, I ran to catch the bus before it drove off without me, my new gold, spangly shoes twinkling in the sunlight like Dorothy’s…

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