The Shame of Bad Language

The Shame of Bad Language

  During a disagreement last week with one of our children, I was impressed by their attempt to broker peace: ‘If there was a word bigger than sorry, I’d use it!’  I smiled to myself a few days later when I heard the same dramatic line being delivered by their favourite character in the American sitcom that is given far too much screen time in our house. The statement adopted by this budding thespian of a child expresses quite effectively the…

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Things Above

Things Above

We moved to the Middle East in July last year and experienced a tough summer with very few of our belonging, knowing barely anyone, with temperatures pushing 50C.  Within a fortnight of arriving, my husband’s job took him back to the UK, leaving the rest of us to soldier on alone- something we’re used to as a military family but never before in an abaya, thousands of miles from home, unable to drive or work…  When the new school term…

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Bags of Value

Bags of Value

There are many places where you could begin blogging about life in the Middle East.  A hospital waiting room seems an unlikely choice but maybe it’s appropriate to start with a part of myself that I’m tackling on a daily basis: my vanity. I was waiting to see a dermatologist when I was confronted by it again.  I was so distracted by the pictures adorning the walls of the waiting area- pictures of luminescent women with glossy manes, pearly white…

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