My sister is just back from another couple of weeks in the Gulf. She tells me that she couldn’t take a shower in her apartment complex because the cold water was coming from outside. And, as it was 52 degrees outside, the cold water was quite a lot warmer than the hot water. And she was there for the hottest day in Doha in 40 years. Lovely.
This inspired my mother-in-law to tell me a story about her friend who lives in the Gulf and who can’t use her swimming pool most of the year as the water is too hot and they can’t afford the expensive mechanism to cool it down.
Other little snapshots from the Gulf, my sister visited a shopping centre where there are canals and gondolas, she saw a woman in a burka eating spaghetti and she visited the local Pain Quotidien where she picked up some Belgian chocolate spread for me. Odd, very odd.
