Yesterday I visited the dentist again to see if there were any other teeth that she wanted to pull out. Luckily all she needs to do is clean them. Which will take about two hours and subject me to injections once more to stop me jumping all over the chair.
However I didn’t escape the experience of pulling teeth yesterday. Banks, Insurance Companies, the UAE Traffic Police opening hours and Eid have all combined to make the purchase of a car as protracted a process as getting the EU to decide that Melton Mowbray pork pies should be protected. And as culmination I sat in the Jeep showroom for three hours signing papers and waiting for other more important Arabs buying their third E class Mercedes of the month to stop pushing in.
And then I drove, in the dark, in rush hour, in the battling madness of Car World, in an automatic car for the first time, on Arab roads.
I live to tell the tale. And to tell more tales about our travels in the last 10 days. And to explain my realisation that I am not a fish. But off to work now – a Deanship meeting and then a visitation from the Deutsche Akademische Austausch Dienst and then three hours of teaching Thinking Skills. The latter being the most difficult exercise. 50% of my students copy from the internet and it doesn’t occur to them that I might notice that I am reading the same sentences 45 times. Duh.
4 Comments
October 8, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Please don’t anyone apply to get the EC protected.
I would rather have a Referendum than a MM pork pie but I would prefer a MM pork pie to the EC.
October 8, 2008 at 10:25 pm
Dad, it’s the EU now, not the EC. Does that make a straight banana difference?
October 31, 2008 at 8:48 am
What we need is a lorryload of banana skins in Brussels.
November 2, 2008 at 10:45 am
That would result in an Emirati style traffic situation