Poor deprived children…
“What is the hardest thing in Abu Dhabi?” Olivia asked the other day as she stood by the pool at The Club, tucking into an ice cream.
“My stomach?” suggested Rupert.
“Not having anywhere to live?” I ventured.
“Eating an ice-cream,” said Olivia. “It melts before you can eat it.”
I look forward to her misery memoir.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
29 Aug 2008 helena
