Our Arabian Garden

Storm Bert seems to have vanished, but has left a lot of destruction in his wake. The Channel is much calmer and the sun was out on Tuesday,

We heard from Julia and are making plans to see each other next month.  We shared many years on Planet Expat and even went on holiday together. And we looked after Suzi the Saluki while she was on her repats.

All this has made me think about our Arabian days, and I found this photo Col took of our garden there. I had forgotten how lovely it was.  We had two great gardeners in Koppan and his nephew.  They used our backgarden (it is the front garden you see there) as their home from home, while they worked around the camp at various houses, and had their lunch and tea there.

They worked so hard to support their family - good sons and husbands that they were.  And they always showed us the photos of their new house and the next wedding, and we could see how their hard work was building a home, and buying land, and prospering their family.  I can only hope they are still doing well.

I had one of Pat's lovely coffees on Tuesday morning, with a stop off en-route to see if I could find the lawyer I sometimes call on at home.  He wasn't, but I had a card ready to put through his door, so he knows that I did call.  I also got the floors washed, and supper made, plus a veggie curry for me.

Which made it a very busy day.  And this morning I feel exhausted. Mind you, I do most mornings these days, as the batteries continue their downward course.

I have a day of Zoom ahead. The field service meeting at 10.00, followed by Zoom with a couple of friends, followed by my usual Wednesday afternoon double Zoom, followed by a Zoom with a sister as I am her householder tomorrow. Which means I am going to have to drive myself to the meeting, in the dark, which is something I prefer not to do these days. 

The morning is beginning as I finish this blog. It is very cloudy and the balcony geraniums are swaying a bit. Surely Storm Bert is not about to make a return visit?