Traditionally the gift for reaching your first anniversary is paper. Well, that is for a wedding anniversary anyway. I wonder if the same thing applies for other kinds of anniversaries? I have been thinking about this all weekend, probably because I have now officially been in the UAE one year, as of the 30th July. I think I will have to buy myself a new notebook (the paper kind that is not a pc) to commemorate the day.
We attended South Africa Day here in Dubai on Friday last week, the 1st of May, which was to celebrate Freedom Day in South Africa, which was on the 27th April. Last year the location of this was the Mina Seyahi Yacht Club which must have been lovely. In fact it was a very popular event last year, we even read about it in the local paper in Johannesburg at the time. The food and drink were also fully sponsored last year I believe which may account for the crowds, a great deal of whom, I have subsequently learned, were not even South African. But I digress.
It seems Murphy, that is Murphy of the infamous “Murphy’s Law”, and perhaps even Paddy, who reckoned Murphy was an optimist, would be satisfied today. I left the office last night looking forward to my drive home for a change. And why was this you may ask? Well, simply because I had made myself a fresh mixed-mp3-cd for the car and was eager to listen to some new music en route. But of course, for a change, there was no traffic to speak of and my ride home took me all of 15 minutes. So tempting fate even further last night I mentioned it to Stu and said how disappointed I was.
I had to eat those words this morning however, it took me almost an hour to get to the office, for some unknown and unapparent reason the traffic crawled all the way from Al Khail road to Al Lahbab road, pretty much my entire route. So there you have it, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. The only consolation was I got to sing all the way, so that helped. A lot!
I don’t think I have mentioned it before, but I have joined a local literary circle or book-club. Well it could not be more different from my other, crazy, festively social book-club, where books are incidental and the wine and gossip is WAY more exciting than the literature. No, at Kutub we all read the same book, in either Arabic or English, and then we discuss it over fruit juice instead of wine. It’s very grown-up indeed, and very interesting 🙂