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Walking in the Desert – September, October 2011

At the end of the first week of September, Father of the Tribe flies North to Europe and the Tribe start their new school, Horizon. Timing, as always, is impeccable. I cannot imagine how terrified they are – I certainly am! We have only been in Dubai for 3 weeks and they are about to embark on another new adventure. We are still rattling in our very empty home. Miraculously, they are all in their smart new uniform – gold and navy stripes. Even the purchase of this has been fraught and challenging beyond belief. But this is Dubai. School starts ridiculously early and as we don’t have a car yet, we are relying on taxis for transport. Taxis are incredibly cheap and efficient. With the thermometer hovering rather too close to 50 degrees, walking is out of the question. We catch the taxi at 7.25 to arrive at the school just after 7.30. The school is situated next to a beautiful park called Safa Park and has the Burj Khalifa (the tallest building in the world) rising dramatically not far behind it. I marvel at what an extraordinary world we are now living in. Continue reading Walking in the Desert – September, October 2011

Flying to the Desert – August 2011

The first half of the month is spent sorting, clearing and packing. It is relentless and I wonder how on earth we have managed to accumulate so much ‘stuff’. I vow to become a total minimalist in our new lives, although this results in much hilarity from friends who possibly know me too well and realize that minimalism and children is an impossibility. Father of the Tribe returns for the final week and the days merge into one as rooms are emptied, shippers arrive to pack and ship, friends give furniture new homes (recycling at its best!), toys are sent to Naomi House, more to the Nursery, rather a horrifying amount goes to the Fete’s bric-a-brac stall and finally the storage company arrives to remove furniture. The Tribe are looked after during daylight hours by friends, whom I am eternally grateful to. One evening, the boy of the Tribe, arrives home clutching a rather impressive helmet and a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat’s to shame. He has spent the day quad biking and is cock-a-hoop with himself. My guilt at spending no time with the Tribe at all, is greatly assuaged. Continue reading Flying to the Desert – August 2011