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May 2015


Performed at my first ever Poetry Open Mic. That was some scary stuff. Almost couldn’t see what I had written. But didn’t pass out, nor did I fall off the stage, or do anything else embarrassing. I’ll take that as a win – thankyouverymuch.

imageNothing short of a beautiful month is May. Misskayes celebrated her birthday, and though plans sort of fell through, she will always be my 19 year old beauty queen, rocking that yellow. #infinity

Another friend, in the land down under went through the blog and loved my writing. Bless her! She finally started baking as a part time business, rightly so. She’s amazing.

Spoke with Miz after what feels like ages, and caught up on Courtesan au chocolat, cute irish baker boy and books! ❤

I was falling. Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between. I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes. I fell until I forgot I was falling.
—Jess Rothenberg

Made a trip to the Souk at Qaryat Al Beri. Got some decent photos, wish thDSC01987 (1280x851)ey were better – I’ll make do with these till I do.

I got my visa! Booked my flight! Told my girls! Told my boys!

Got tiramisu! It was delish. Lots better than from the cafe, but the cafe does make a mean pannacotta!

Sometimes you have those moments where you can still surprise your already worldly parents. Took mom for her first chocolate sphere. She loved it. I loved that she loved it. We had a great night.image

Had mandatory farewell dinner. Always such a joy. Nothing too fancy this time. Thankfully. Matching red shoes was absolutely hilarious. AND CHOCOLATE TRUFFLE CAKE! I’m going to miss Magnolias…

Hustle and bustle at the airport with mum and dad and selfie taking. NQB doing a back flip cz I was leaving that night and not the next. He’s a doll! Misskayes and her heartbreaking farewell..

Quick selfie with the bro at Paddington and on the train to Newport. Got a lovely housemate.

Lots and lots of skyping. Its been crazy. But it’s been good at keeping the homesickness away. Now its just regular Skype dates.

Hijacked a girl on the street and made a new friend.DSC02266 (1280x851)

Got a black balloon worthy visitor. Had a great few days along with the bank holiday. Silenced our fear of heights for a day with an inhaler, hand holding and encouragement.

langThat special feeling…

Starting work, FINALLY! Great team, learning new things everyday. Wonky babies. Saving lives.

Cousin and cousin going down! Sorta conspired with T to get that done – but good for them. Couldn’t be happier for them to be together and start the lives they are ready to lead.

Baking. Hmm. None. Did try peach upside down cake, but not used to the oven yet. Needs to be attempted again.

Songs.. Same old. Maybe a few new ones, but aren’t really coming to mind atm. Shall update.

First Class


I totally understand how people never want to change from Emirates to another airline unless they really have no choice. Emirates is first class. The service is first class. The uniforms are first class. The video selections are first class. Everything is first class.

Sometimes it’s just good to pay the extra for the comfort they provide and the oh so yummy chocolate mousse, arabic breakfast platter and the apple strudel. I watched Glee to my hearts content and used the very happy smelling hand lotion in the toilet. And for a person who has traveled in many airlines, OH-MY-GAWD, I totally love Emirates and whole-heartedly believe that they deserve every award that they have received over the years.

Take offs and landings are my worst nightmares among petty others, but they were so close to perfection that it was almost impossible to find the flaws.

Well apart from raving about that non-essential stuff, I just had to mention that I just had kids in 1 of the 2 flights I was on. And this one kid, in her brilliant pink sweater was just hilarious. She was in the row of seats behind us and kept coming over to our row and picking up everything from the seat and handing it over to her mother. Later, she’d stand on her seat and pull the headset of the boy sitting next to me, while his mother and me laughed at this extremely peculiar situation. I passed her my butter to keep her occupied, she chucked it back at me 15 mins later. Oh, she made my flight an enjoyable experience. Mind you, I’d say she was barely 2.

Another quite significant thing that happened was at the Dubai Airport. One of the more wonderful things about coming home or to any Muslim country is the sound of the Azaan and the availability of prayer rooms. Now, I’ve never taken the opportunity to use these public majilis before, but I’m proud I made that first step this time. A woman called me sister. I’ve never been called that before. It was a nice feeling.

And one more super amazing thing. This was the first ever time that the flight wasn’t overtaken with natives of the Indian subcontinent. It was a pleasure to travel with Europeans for a change. Not the Chinese though. I’ve had a wonderful in-flight experience. I’m slightly but not so jetlagged. I’m off to take in the cool *said in British accent* British air!