November was a busy month with lots of fun stuff going on. We enjoyed having some friends from Scotland to stay with us for a couple of days whilst over here on business. It was great to see them thriving; being happy and successful in both work and their marriage. I breathed in this positivity deeply.
Lo and behold I did get to wear my dreadlocked, faux fur cap wig when I went along to an alternative version of the T.V game show, Family Fortunes. It was brilliantly hosted and there was a lot of laughter ricocheting around the makeshift studio.
Our survey says thanks a lot for that!
Humbly, I attended a Filipina birthday party on the public beach. I was the only Yorkshire pudding in a group of forty or so young men and women. Despite looking like Gulliver in Lilliput they welcomed me with wide open arms, kindly shared their food and invited me to join in the party games. It was a lovely, heart-warming experience.
On the 27th November, Romeo and I entered the 20th Annual Regatta, sailing the only catamaran in our category. It was the perfect day for sailing with really good winds to whizz us along. Our mainsail had the number 44 on it; I took this as a good sign having become that age five days earlier. We set sail with the whole fleet; 10 Lasers and another two-man crew in a Laser Stratos. The Regatta consisted of five, fairly fast races. I loved it, especially when we began surfing the waves at times. There was an extraordinary phenomenon which took us all by surprise and delight when hundreds of black cormorants flew across the horizon, then frenetically around us, swooping and diving into the sea to catch fish. When they continued on their migration I could clearly see them in the distance like a dancing Arabic script across the sky. I interpreted it as saying, Let there be peace in the Middle East, repeatedly over and over again, birds upon birds, writing the words. Will they be heard?
Another bizarre moment to report occurred when we were in the overall lead and enjoying the speed. I was admiring the sails and thought to myself, wouldn't it be terrible if they broke. At precisely that moment, the jib snapped off! Am I psychic or what?
We had to return to shore and replace the sail which caused Romeo a lot of unnecessary stress. To get the broken sail down he had to hook a ring from the top of the mast using a long metal pole attached to a medium sized sweeping brush. I was laughing my head off! Not very supportive I know, but this comedy sketch went on for a good ten minutes before the new jib was up and flapping.
We completed the course, won all the races against ourselves and received two mini fridges as prizes.
Not allowing tiredness to beat us we went straight from sailing to preparing the house for my annual DISCO! I couldn't borrow the giant, silver glitter ball I had last year as our lovely neighbours have gone home. Determined to create an authentic venue I did buy two multi-coloured flashing orbs and Romeo installed all the fairy lights in Qatar around the inside and outside of the house.
DJ Susie had carefully selected the music for the evening, starting off with a couple of Cd's early on, before her eclectic dance playlist blasted out at around 9 pm. Totally unprepared for the demands of my gorgeous Latina friends requesting Ricky Martin and Shakira, I had to give in and give them what they wanted to save a riot from breaking forth. With YouTube to the rescue, they were soon rhythmically banging and shaking their behinds beautifully. The lucky men at my disco were certainly in paradise for at least one night of their lives. I was enjoying watching everyone having fun, whilst dancing, despite missing some absent friends. Just as I wondered where one particular friend was she appeared right in front of me! What is going on here? I have to think very carefully from now on.
So I think about my marriage and the vows I promised. I google them and read them carefully to myself aloud. Sailing together is something Romeo and I both enjoy and it reminds me of our wedding song. Although Christy is a Hoyle relative, he unfortunately wasn't at our wedding. The Bogtrotters performed it while we sang the lyrics in the big marquee, damaging my father-in-law's garden for the foreseeable future. The deluxe portable toilets were admired by all.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYZXbU_d_7c
At last, the cooler weather has arrived; it's almost autumnal here now. Despite the current climate change, I awake one morning feeling much hotter than normal. Oh no! Is this IT mum? No! I don't want to go crazy. HELP ME!! Is it too late to have a sex change?
FRANKIE
SAYS
RELAX SUSIE
It's only the central air conditioning unit that has broken down again.
xx
Lo and behold I did get to wear my dreadlocked, faux fur cap wig when I went along to an alternative version of the T.V game show, Family Fortunes. It was brilliantly hosted and there was a lot of laughter ricocheting around the makeshift studio.
Our survey says thanks a lot for that!
Humbly, I attended a Filipina birthday party on the public beach. I was the only Yorkshire pudding in a group of forty or so young men and women. Despite looking like Gulliver in Lilliput they welcomed me with wide open arms, kindly shared their food and invited me to join in the party games. It was a lovely, heart-warming experience.
On the 27th November, Romeo and I entered the 20th Annual Regatta, sailing the only catamaran in our category. It was the perfect day for sailing with really good winds to whizz us along. Our mainsail had the number 44 on it; I took this as a good sign having become that age five days earlier. We set sail with the whole fleet; 10 Lasers and another two-man crew in a Laser Stratos. The Regatta consisted of five, fairly fast races. I loved it, especially when we began surfing the waves at times. There was an extraordinary phenomenon which took us all by surprise and delight when hundreds of black cormorants flew across the horizon, then frenetically around us, swooping and diving into the sea to catch fish. When they continued on their migration I could clearly see them in the distance like a dancing Arabic script across the sky. I interpreted it as saying, Let there be peace in the Middle East, repeatedly over and over again, birds upon birds, writing the words. Will they be heard?
Another bizarre moment to report occurred when we were in the overall lead and enjoying the speed. I was admiring the sails and thought to myself, wouldn't it be terrible if they broke. At precisely that moment, the jib snapped off! Am I psychic or what?
We had to return to shore and replace the sail which caused Romeo a lot of unnecessary stress. To get the broken sail down he had to hook a ring from the top of the mast using a long metal pole attached to a medium sized sweeping brush. I was laughing my head off! Not very supportive I know, but this comedy sketch went on for a good ten minutes before the new jib was up and flapping.
We completed the course, won all the races against ourselves and received two mini fridges as prizes.
Not allowing tiredness to beat us we went straight from sailing to preparing the house for my annual DISCO! I couldn't borrow the giant, silver glitter ball I had last year as our lovely neighbours have gone home. Determined to create an authentic venue I did buy two multi-coloured flashing orbs and Romeo installed all the fairy lights in Qatar around the inside and outside of the house.
DJ Susie had carefully selected the music for the evening, starting off with a couple of Cd's early on, before her eclectic dance playlist blasted out at around 9 pm. Totally unprepared for the demands of my gorgeous Latina friends requesting Ricky Martin and Shakira, I had to give in and give them what they wanted to save a riot from breaking forth. With YouTube to the rescue, they were soon rhythmically banging and shaking their behinds beautifully. The lucky men at my disco were certainly in paradise for at least one night of their lives. I was enjoying watching everyone having fun, whilst dancing, despite missing some absent friends. Just as I wondered where one particular friend was she appeared right in front of me! What is going on here? I have to think very carefully from now on.
So I think about my marriage and the vows I promised. I google them and read them carefully to myself aloud. Sailing together is something Romeo and I both enjoy and it reminds me of our wedding song. Although Christy is a Hoyle relative, he unfortunately wasn't at our wedding. The Bogtrotters performed it while we sang the lyrics in the big marquee, damaging my father-in-law's garden for the foreseeable future. The deluxe portable toilets were admired by all.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xYZXbU_d_7c
At last, the cooler weather has arrived; it's almost autumnal here now. Despite the current climate change, I awake one morning feeling much hotter than normal. Oh no! Is this IT mum? No! I don't want to go crazy. HELP ME!! Is it too late to have a sex change?
FRANKIE
SAYS
RELAX SUSIE
It's only the central air conditioning unit that has broken down again.
xx
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