In between jobs

So today I tried to be productive, brought the ironing board up to my room, emptied out my scarf drawer and proceeded to iron.  ten minutes later father walks past the bedroom door and says, "Good on ya girl, trying to keep busy I see?"  "Yes" I reply with a faltering voice "Its the only thing I can to to keep me sane."  "Well then, if it is for the sake of your sanity, let me be of assistance."  He says as he walks up to his room, seconds later a pile of shirts miraculously materialise on the red Ikea rug on my bedroom floor. "Thanks, dad...." I'm desperately holding back the tears...

Enough of the melodrama!  It hasn't been all that bad, I've has some pleasant days out with the girls at Busaba, Ping Pong and trusty old  Pizza Hut.

Green tea with a dragon flower that open up inside it @ Ping Pong

Walked around London South bank, by the BFI, sat in random cafes nursing a single cup of coffee for as long as one can without getting evil looks from the staff.
Visited my friend's adorable new addition to her ever expanding family, did the same for her sister-in-law,
tried to placate the jealous little big sister and failed miserably

Shakira Junior (replacement for Shakira Senior the 1992 VW Golf ) got hit by a fast traveling P12 bus.... 

Great timing!!

The first week after I left work I'd been having dreams of Jeddah and times to come every night.  Then nothing....  I'm stuck in purgatory as I need a police clearance letter before I can get my work visa (I had been helpfully told that it could take up to 40 working days...even better)  Just before leaving work I bumped into a certain someone, who acted laughably yet again but left me wondering at what could have been had I been able to overlook substantial personality flaws.