Today I substituted flat-hunting for the Marina Mall. The children chose their school bags; Olivia went for Pucca, Bea for High School Musical and Leo, you guessed it, Spiderman. We also invested in a portable DVD player which we should have done at the beginning of this trip. Anyway, I feel so much better. Maybe we could just live at the Marina Mall?
I also had a good day in the office. I have my own office email address (very grown up) and I am going to write an article about shopping in Abu Dhabi. It is a tough subject, but I am a determined hackette and have researched it extensively.
On the way to the club this morning Rupert tried to distract the children by asking them to remember the names of my new friend Amanda’s cats.
“Nelson,” shrieked Bea. “One of them is called Nelson.”
“Correct,” said Rupert. “And why is he called Nelson?”
“Because he only has one eye,” said Olivia, who never forgets a fact.
“And who was Nelson?” asked Rupert.
“I know! I know!” yelled Leo. “He was a famous cat.”
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
Is the other called Napoleon?
I think the other Nelson deserves it. Without Nelson, archaic monarchies would not have been put in place back by the Brits and European unity would have been made.