Coffee

After school, every day since I can remember, my dad would come in and make a pot of coffee, have a cup and a biscuit and then get on with the rest of the day. Then when I got old enough to be home first I'd make the coffee, have a cup with him and then get on with whatever needed to be done. These days coming into the flat after all the crap of the day, putting on a cup of coffee, drinking it with a biscuit and then getting on with whatever jobs I need to do is the one thing that's keeping me sane. Because for those few minutes until my coffee pot's empty it's like being back at home, with my dadda having a cuppa to break up all the stuff that has to be done.

I think it's going to rain today...

The skies are cloudy and the wind and sea are rough. So this song's in my head. Love Norah Jones, especially live. Oh it reminds me of a wonderful gig in Luxembourg. Hope it's not raining with you. Enjoy.

Saturday Afternoon Walk

Today C and I had an afternoon wander down to the beach, it was a lot cooler than the last time we walked down! 
I collected shells and tried really hard not to stand on hermit crabs, there are absolutely thousands of them! And the beach is just scattered with bits of coral as well. It's really lovely (when you ignore the building site next to it and the stench of the Gulf) and very nice to just get out of the flat and not be near people like you are at the Palms. 

Fruit Shaped Excitement.

How pretty are Indian pineapples? I got massively over excited when I cut into this lovely fruit. And since it's about a third of the price of a normal pineapple I think I'll be buying it again! Also the middle part of the pineapple isn't as hard and stick like as regular pineapples, which was a huge plus as that means less waste. 

I wrote this in a Powercut.

So I wrote this sat on my balcony using candles and the moon to jot down in an exercise book what a Kuwaiti power cut is like. 
 If you ignore the walk up to the 11th floor and the lack of air con on a baking day, it's not a bad experience. I've paid more attention to Kuwait, well Mahboula, in the past few hours than I have since I got here. I'm noticing how orangy the moon is until it gets above the smog like, how hot all of the buildings and streets smell when it gets dark.
 I realised I hadn't set foot on my balcony until now, and how brilliantly sized it is for reading and writing. 
 I love how Mahboula sounds as well. it's like a million air con units and quiet cars, with the odd clatter of construction. and the smell just hits you every now and again. The smell of hot tarmac. 
I love being on the 11th floor,Ii get to tower above all the other buildings and see the sea. I get the sun rise and the moon rise. I'm pretty sure I'm straining my eyes trying to write, but I'll forget it all when the power comes on, well if it comes on since it's been off for 6 hours. Well, Inshallah as they say over here. 

That night I had a pretty impressive dinner, and the views were just beautiful.