As today has comprised angst, uncertainty, frustration, a little weep and ultimatley nothing, I thought I would provide some cheer in the form of the incidentals that have not been mentioned to date rather than dwelling on the fact that we thought we might be on the move.....but are not.
In no particular order.....
Italian quiz show rai uno
We have discovered a quiz show on the Italian TV Channel 'Rai Uno' which we can't understand but are addicted to. It seems to involve the contestant having to guess the occupation of about 9 people who are all worth a different amount of Euros. Get it right and you add that total to your prize fund. The first round is based on looks alone (and no, they are not in uniform) and after that the person gives a short description. We got very excited last night when we guessed correctly that one girl sold icecreams. Yes, this is our life now.
Matt's favourite waiter
Perhaps this should be entitled 'things I did not expect my husband (!) to say... last night when we were given our second lot of chicken wonton canapes - you are only supposed to get one lot but we were quite tipsy and managed to get more - Matt declared "he's my favourite" and proceeded to attempt to get a photo of him on his i-phone to no avail. Let's see how we progress tonight and whether Matt's stalking/homosexual tendencies develop further.
We are uncertain as to the nationality of most of the staff here - Matt thinks they might all be from the Phillipines but I'm not sure. They are incredibly friendly and polite but if they don't understand what you've said they do not seek clarification - they just stare. This is somewhat unnerving and impacts on your ability to rephrase the statement you were just making. Today Matt asked if our room was on the ground floor and after a stare and restating the question it was confirmed that it would indeed have a bathroom.
It is quite remarkable (well of interest for the psychologists at least) of how quickly one becomes adapted to the environment and how a pecking order develops. How dare a 'new' couple sit at 'our' table for breakfast. We also saw a brilliant demonstration of bourgois Britain today when a gentleman uncertain of the arrangements for sandwiches and cake asked a German couple "Do you speak English?" When they replied yes he then said "What is the form for afternoon tea?" To which they adopted the international shrug rather than the above mentioned stare.
We are doing our best to avoid eye contact with the world's most boring man. He sounds like a Brummie who just goes on and on and on. He has an advanced form of the SIDSS that Matt has early symptoms of (stranded in Dubai Stalker Syndrome) as he is a businesman on his own. He seems to be following another British traveller round (who appears to want to avoid him) to talk about the state of the nation - and Chelsea football club.
Due to my intellectual starvation out here I am continuing to read Gulf News but I am also now fully up to date with the vital news that Liz Hurley is still friends with Huw Grant after all these years and that Angelina and Brad have been out saving starving children. I know that you will all be exceptionally relieved to know that Madonna has taken her adoped child back to its 'roots' so it doesn't lose its sense of culture.
We have spent the equivalent of four pounds fifty on playing cards with a picture of a camel and the word 'Dubai' on the back. Desperate times etc.
I just wanted to log that there is a higher concentration of Scots here than Matt and I saw on our weekend break in Edinburgh.
Upper middle class children - the struggle so far
Matt and I overheard a brilliant conversation between two little girls at the pool yesterday. I'd guess that they are both about 6 years old. The bossier of the two asked the other how many tv's she had in her suite. The answer: 3. Hard times.
More to follow (I expect) tomorrow. We may try for the 8am flight but that would mean starting to queue to register for it at 4.30am. No re-booking is feasabile - it's dog eat dog.
Til the next time xxxx